Quite an eventful walk today. I thought it might be and in retrospect perhaps it would have been better to wait for a less gusty day, but all went well in the end.
We went up the bridlepath towards the Sheepwalk. The first place you pass through is a competition yard and stud. There are always lots of horses there, youngsters, breeding mares, their stallion and several liveries. They also have a couple of pigs in a small bit of woodland between two of the paddocks by the bridlepath, presumably because they want their horses to grow up unafraid of them. Ziggy didn't mind pigs, but I know many horses do and indeed Sid was very very unhappy about them )even though they were in their hutch like sensible creatures with a windchill in the negative figures!). He did at one point try to turn tail and head for home, but I dug my heels in and he came back to me. I insisted and he passed by the pigs, with me between him and them, shivering and making like a giraffe the whole time.
Then the stallion saw him and screamed at him and he stopped, looking absolutely horrified: "What is he on?!" ! But he walked on when I asked him, and was good passing the mares and the dog kennels. At the yard proper there were some really flappy tarpaulins which gave him a fright but again, he walked past when I asked.
After that walking through the woods was a piece of cake. Sid calmed down quickly and his head dropped from its high-alert position. I chatted away to him and after a little while I noticed that every few minutes he was touching me on the shoulder. To start with I thought it was just chance, because we were on a very narrow track, but when I changed to the other side of him he was still doing it and I realised it was on purpose. It was a gentle touch, just brushing his moustache and lips against my shoulder. I thought he might be asking for reassurance, so when he did it I spoke to him gently and stroked his neck. We walked for about half an hour like that, touch-stroke, touch-stroke. I've never had a horse do that before.
After about 45 minutes altogether we got to Green Lane and walked back home (another 20 minutes or so, it's about a mile). He had been along this lane in the other direction but was still curious about it, probably because he was heading the other way. At the end we went up onto our drive and into the front garden for him to have 5 minutes' grazing on the lawn.
He was really good. He's not at all switched off or dopey, he is as reactive as any other horse, but he really tries to control himself when you ask him. I get the feeling that he is beginning to trust me, too - no grumpy faces today.