So I was out hacking this morning. We'd had a fairly fast hack and were heading to the village down a steep bridle path which eventually merges with someone's drive.
At the point the path and drive merge the house is right there on the left with a metal gate into the back garden. It's always closed but today it was open. Ziggy was quite alert from lots of trot and canter so he pricked his ears at the gate.
Just as we got to it the most tremendous clatter and crash erupted! Ziggy snorted, jumped sideways and set off down the very steep track at a brisk clip. I sat down hard and said firmly, "Whoa Ziggy, Whoa!"
He whoaed - after about 3 strides of canter, right next to the van of the plumber who presumably had just dropped his tool box. Ziggy was shivering, but he stopped stock still and whickered for his treat. I gave him his treat, he stopped shivering, and on we went.
I LIKE my emergency brakes! I didn't even need to pull on the reins...
At the point the path and drive merge the house is right there on the left with a metal gate into the back garden. It's always closed but today it was open. Ziggy was quite alert from lots of trot and canter so he pricked his ears at the gate.
Just as we got to it the most tremendous clatter and crash erupted! Ziggy snorted, jumped sideways and set off down the very steep track at a brisk clip. I sat down hard and said firmly, "Whoa Ziggy, Whoa!"
He whoaed - after about 3 strides of canter, right next to the van of the plumber who presumably had just dropped his tool box. Ziggy was shivering, but he stopped stock still and whickered for his treat. I gave him his treat, he stopped shivering, and on we went.
I LIKE my emergency brakes! I didn't even need to pull on the reins...