So, let’s see. This all started with learning to ride at the age of 47. Well, officially it was re-learning, since I had once, about 30 years previously, somewhat possessed this skill. Apparently though the body does not<\/strong> remember.<\/p>\n I took lessons at the local riding school on one of their horses, a 14.2 bay Kaimanawa<\/a> pony by the name of\u00a0Summer. After a few weeks in the arena she and I were let loose onto the riding school farm. We bonded over gentle ambles through the bush trails, terrifying (I mean exhilarating) gallops on the home track, and my various falls from her back when her agility and speed exceeded my balance. She was very patient with me.<\/p>\n The reason for the five year plan<\/p><\/div>\n Then came the day when the riding school announced that Summer was to be sold. She’d become unhappy as a trekking pony with a different person\u00a0on her back every hour, and my riding instructor wanted her to find a human partner she could depend on. I hadn’t really been planning on owning\u00a0a pony, at least not so soon, but I couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing\u00a0her again.<\/p>\n I bought her\u00a0in December\u00a02012 (craftily labeling\u00a0her as my Christmas present) and life started changing, one cowboy boot at a time.<\/p>\n <\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I am about to drag my husband out of his city comfort zone, and relocate him. He’s a very forbearing man. We are going to be moving to a 14 acre block of land which is two hours drive from… Continue Reading ![\"The](\"http:\/\/www.charmedlife.co.nz\/cowboybootsandbrokenfingers\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/11\/IMG_4162-Version-2.jpg\")
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