Horse Riding With Children

This morning, as I was preparing to set off to my weekend date with a horse, the Offspring suddenly asked if she could come for ride with me. This caused me to suck my teeth and stare at the sky, whilst I thought of a good response. We’ve tried this before, you see, and it hasn’t always worked.

Various instructors have feigned death rather than teach us at the same time. Mummy likes to spend time quietly working on improving flatwork. Child is still at beginner-ish stage and likes to talk. This goes hand in hand with a selective deafness capability and you can start to see the problem. However, it was a lovely sunny morning, so I weakened and said ‘Yes’.

Riding school staff were very helpful on our arrival and kindly accommmodated our unscheduled request for a pony. This could be due to my instructor being entirely new (first week in job) and therefore having no knowledge of Offspring’s special powers.

So, off we went for a nice walk around the school’s cross country course (mummy even contemplated popping a jump, but thought better of it, due to husband’s likely wrath regarding jumping without body protector).  Mummy in front. Child, with instructor behind. Beautiful. All you could hear were the birds, the river and the Offspring interviewing the new instructor. For 30 minutes straight.

Then we headed into the school.

Child successfully cantered. Mummy successfully cantered (Right rein! More about this in next post). So, at the end of our lesson, we left feeling pretty pleased with ourselves.

Next stop. Our local tack shop to buy Offspring a new riding hat. We love this shop. It’s a heavily fortified concrete box, more akin to a high security prison than a shop, but to us it’s an Aladdin’s cave of all things horesey. People go in and don’t come out for days.

One riding hat later, one happy child back in love with riding. Maybe I made the right decision after all.

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About Dystonia Girl

Horse rider who loves to blog and do lots of other things too. Lives with, but is not defined by, a rare neurological condition called Dystonia.
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