This morning, the Offspring and I set off for the stables, with a less than sprightly step. Normally, it’s our favourite place to be, but with me haunted by the dreadful experience of a few weeks ago (otherwise known as the Bad Riding Day) and the child slightly worried about our instructor (who seems to have got rather ‘shouty’ with her recently, for reasons unknown), our hooves were dragging.
“At least you’re not going to get shouted at”, commented the Offspring, rather gloomily, as we neared the yard. “Why does she have to shout?” Good question. Why?
As we parked the car, the sun came out. Hurrah! Suddenly, everything looked ten times better. You could almost hear the trees sigh with relief at the respite from the wet.
We collected our equine buddies and rode like our breeches were on fire.
All to the sound of (relative) silence.
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