This evening I rode Summer for the first time since our move to the farmlet. A combination of my absence due to Auckland commitments, winter weather, and eventually just sheer nerves (OMG, can I even remember how to ride?), has had one of my favorite activities on hold for the last 18 months.
Anyway, after a couple of fortifying glasses of chardonnay (let’s not judge), the Forbearing Husband, the ponies, and I toddled off to the Seven Acre Wood. Because I’m way too old to do this, the Forbearing Husband kindly gave me a leg-up. Soon Summer and I were walking behind Bonnie, perambulating at fat-miniature-pony pace through the woods. Every so often Summer would try to bite Bonnie’s backside to encourage increased forward movement!*
Summer was a complete angel, even though I know she far prefers the usual low effort (i.e. no passenger) version of our woodland walks. Her reward was carrot and a jolly good scratch under her mane. She found both most delicious.
* Those of The Readership who rode with me at the now defunct Valley View Ranch may remember a similar dynamic when Summer walked behind ‘Jazz-the-Couch’ (Jazz — the ultimate learner’s pony; a back like a table, and an aversion to any pace faster than a slow walk).