Now, if you’re an opera fan and were expecting to see a piece about Puccini’s great work, you will be disappointed. But if you’re remotely interested in equine matters, you’ll keep reading.
In spite of the weather (poor, 4/10. Needs to try harder), I’ve been down to the stables to ride ‘my girl’ (sadly, she’s not mine).
My Girl’s Horsey CV
Age: Rude to ask
Height: 14-15hh depending on shoes (well, my height varies depending on footwear)
Colouring: Natural chestnut
Temperament: A total sweetie. Bombproof.
Known vices: Horsey treats and sneakily dropping out of canter unless you’re ready for it.
General appearance: Solid weight carrier, with a fine pair of shoulders. Larger ancestors probably took knights into battle at Agincourt. On the face of it, probably more suited to ploughing than flatwork.
For an equine of her size and shape, she’s surprising nimble and agile.
With patience and gentle encouragement she can pull off a reasonable leg yield (it’ll cost you a polo).
But what she really loves, is grass under her feet. This acts like a turbo-charger. If there’s a fence around, beware and be ready.
This little girl could jump Beecher’s Brook.