I opted for Harry first this morning. It seemed as though the right thing to do. Harry and I have been having a wail of a time recently so it only seemed fitting to ride him.
Crop in hand, I mounted him. I am so glad I took that crop today!
Getting up that hill was like climbing Everest. Harry clearly knows now, I have that crop in my hand but I don’t use it unless absolutely necessary. He was testing this theory today. I did refrain from using it and a good squeeze often got him plodding again.
In the first trot, I did use the crop. Asked once, told on the second and crop and leg commanded on the third. He went into a nice trot. My legs by this point were wishing I hadn’t picked Harry.
Once on the field. He wasn’t too thrilled about cantering. I think Harry must have been on a night out the previous night and was suffering with the effects. He wasn’t up for it like he had been last time I rode him. I did get him into a canter though.
On the second canter, which we did on the same field, he was plodding in a slow trot, like, I really can’t be bothered plod, so being a very brave girl, I switched my reins to my left hand and gave a squeeze and tapped him with my crop. Weeeeeeeeee! Canter! I wasn’t unsettled, and quite nicely picked up my reins again and sat to the canter. What’s that all about? Where did that level of confidence come from? I laughed inside, I don’t mind telling you.
A few more trots and I am glad to say Mr Harry was more awake.
Back at the yard, I took off his bridle and gave him a cuddle and chose to ride Shadow next.
Sitting on Shadow, always feels like coming home to me. After Harry, leaning and being strong yet ploddy today, Shadow felt like a breeze. Not to say he gave me an easy time but it’s always more familiar to me.
We walked up the hill again, and went onto the field. I’ve been thinking more about position and ensuring I’m sitting up straight. I know it’ll be things I’ll be pulled for in the school.
Shadow didn’t feel all much like cantering either today. But I wasn’t taking any of that. My sitting trots were pretty good going though if I do say so myself.
I got the odd stride with him. On the last attempt on the field, my RI told me to wind him up and she yelled, “Go Shadow, Go!” and off he and I went into a fast canter but it was still rather contained and felt good. I thanked her for the little help she gave and she said I’d done it all really.
His trots were beautiful and I sat to half of the stretch along the top path and rose for the rest. It felt amazing!
Down the cobbles we went and did a fantastic trot at the bottom. I didn’t know if we’d go on the back lane but we did and he was superb. Instantly into a collected canter that I went with so beautifully! I loved it! I love that pony. And he did my favourite sound in the world, the little snorts they make when cantering.
After I’d dismounted and untacked and cuddled my lovely tall, white, friend, I went and asked the RSO if we were still on for Thursday and she said yes, just what time had we said? I told her and she asked if we could make it an hour later instead? I agreed and she said great,. I just have to come a little earlier so we’re not rushing, fine by me. So I’ll be there, Thursday morning, very nervous indeed.
Thanks for reading guys,