I managed to sneak home today in the glorious sunshine, fling my boots on and run over to the field. I didn't have time to brush Ziggy so we went out bareback again: I'm sure he appreciated it because he was a little bit sweaty underneath when we were done, it was so warm.
We had a gorgeous amble - just walk and the odd little jog - and he was very good and chilled so I could just admire the blue sky and the red and gold leaves. Perfect.
I've attached a couple of ear shots just to show you what a lovely day it was.
We did a shortish loop of about an hour, mostly off road but finishing up along our usual little lane. When we were nearly home we passed the place where we have our lessons. The owners bought the house earlier this year and, as is the fashion with the very rich people down our way, they are going to demolish the largish 1930s house and build a completely new one. So the front garden/entryway is full of mobile homes, piles of shingle, JCBs and bulldozers as well as horse boxes. At the time we came past one of the JCBs was scooping up enormous grabs of shingle and dumping them right next to the road with a tremendous crash, and the whole area is fenced off with red and white tape which flutters fetchingly in the breeze.
The drive opposite has recently been protected from travellers by two new big logs. As we went between the logs and the roaring JCB Ziggy looked very anxiously at the logs and spooked AWAY from them, right towards the JCB and the crashing shingle. He didn't turn a hair at the building works!
He definitely grew up on a big estate in Dublin, not in the green of County Clare
We had a gorgeous amble - just walk and the odd little jog - and he was very good and chilled so I could just admire the blue sky and the red and gold leaves. Perfect.
I've attached a couple of ear shots just to show you what a lovely day it was.
We did a shortish loop of about an hour, mostly off road but finishing up along our usual little lane. When we were nearly home we passed the place where we have our lessons. The owners bought the house earlier this year and, as is the fashion with the very rich people down our way, they are going to demolish the largish 1930s house and build a completely new one. So the front garden/entryway is full of mobile homes, piles of shingle, JCBs and bulldozers as well as horse boxes. At the time we came past one of the JCBs was scooping up enormous grabs of shingle and dumping them right next to the road with a tremendous crash, and the whole area is fenced off with red and white tape which flutters fetchingly in the breeze.
The drive opposite has recently been protected from travellers by two new big logs. As we went between the logs and the roaring JCB Ziggy looked very anxiously at the logs and spooked AWAY from them, right towards the JCB and the crashing shingle. He didn't turn a hair at the building works!
He definitely grew up on a big estate in Dublin, not in the green of County Clare
