I was saying last month, that although I enjoyed the summer, I was looking forward to winter. When I lived in Ireland, when they days got shorter I didn’t have to do much work. I therefore assumed my human would stop her annoying habit of riding in the morning. Really, you can’t expect a mare to work before breakfast - it’s quite outrageous, and I’m sure the RSPCA would intervene if they knew. Although the Petersham Farm staff sometimes ride me when my human is not around, at least they are civilised enough to leave it until mid morning. It’s definitely never before breakfast! So I thought the winter would be a nice holiday from the early morning horrors. But my hopes of tranquil breakfasts were dashed when they put big lights on sticks in the sand school a few weeks ago. Apparently, this means my human can ride all year round, even if it’s dark. Life never ceases to disappoint me….
My second hope for the winter was that the ground would be so wet that we couldn’t work in the school. That would probably mean less turnout, but unlike some of the posher residents I’m quite happy to stand in my stable all day if there’s a ready supply of hay. But this hope has also been dashed - apparently the drainage in the school is fine, and we’ll be able to work in it all year round. A second crushing disappointment for me.
Even the bridle paths in Richmond Park can be ridden on throughout the winter, so realistically I doubt I shall be getting a prolonged winter holiday. However, unlike working in the school I do enjoy hacking in Richmond Park. I usually go with a friend, which is nice. Apparently the human livery owners are a happy herd, and enjoy each other’s company when we hack.
I particularly like to hack out with my more wimpy friends. This is because I realised a long time ago that twigs, bushes, deer and joggers are not carnivorous and do not eat horses - like arena lights. This means that when any of the wimpy ones has a bit of a tantrum in the park, I usually get a few mouthfuls of grass. It’s the only time my human lets me graze out hacking, because apparently it calms the other horses down.
The other day, the long legged chap who lives next to me decided to do a 180 degree turn on his haunches and run away when he saw a jogger. He soon enough stopped and came back - naturally, he wouldn’t wish to miss the opportunity of following my magnificent bottom around Richmond Park. I did try to communicate to my human that this proves my point that it is no good to horse nor human to try and teach us to do those fancy dressage moves. The long legged chap does a lot of that dressage stuff, and his human didn’t seem best pleased with his nimble turn on his haunches - but that’s what you get when you teach us horses to use our back ends. On the whole, I prefer not to use mine at all - and hence, I do not do 180 degree turns. Far too much effort!
A wither scratch from me
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