I don't know what I've done to deserve it. My mum shut me in this morning with a net of hay and I had barely finished it before she was there with the saddle and my boots and we were off.
I thought we were doing one of our usual circuits but instead we headed on up the little lane - you can see from my ear in the first picture that I think I should be turning right, but no! That brought us in to a little village with a busy road and we had to ride along the road a little way. The drain covers were scary but I trotted nicely when Mum asked me and stood to wait for my right turn off the main road with Mum sitting there with her arm stuck out like a numpty until a car stopped to let us over.
Then we went up another lane which went up hill, and up, and up. It was ok when it was tarmac but after a while it turned into those horrid stones about the size of mum's thumb, they hurt my poor feet like nothing else and I didn't want to go on them. Mum got off and led me but I kept trying to turn round and go home, I hated that road. In the end I followed Mum all the way up to the top though, what's a pony to do? And I had a quiet snicker at her puffing away walking up the hill, ha ha, she thought I was going to do the hard work!
At the top of the lane we turned off onto a lovely green track, there's a picture. I know about pictures because Mum stops me and says, "Ziggy, stand," and I stand, and then her pocket goes zzzzip and she fiddles around with this little shiny thing for a bit, then it goes cer-lick! and she says "Good boy Ziggy" and gives me a treat and zips up her pocket again. I start walking now when her pocket zip goes because I am a clever pony and learn quickly.
Anyway, Mum stopped at the start of the green path and gave me an apple and we had a little rest before she got on. Then we came out onto this huge green down and Mum let me canter as much as I wanted, I went really fast because it was so lovely to run on the grass, I only stopped when I got out of puff. It was fun and Mum didn't mind even when I skipped sideways because there was a wolf in the gorse bushes.
Mum had to lead me a bit on the way off the down because there were trees over the track and she couldn't fit underneath them and neither could I and we had to weave around through the woods, but then she got back on and we went up on nice soft sandy tracks through the woods and then up a big wide sandy track and we cantered but it was so steep I just cantered slower and slower and slower until I sort of ran into the sand, and then I was at the top of this HUGE hill and I am sure I could see my mates in the field if I looked hard enough. Mum gibbered about me being handsome and took lots of pictures but I was busy looking for my mates.
I knew the way home from there and it was nice, with no more horrid stones and more nice views. I was really hungry on the way back and I ate grass and plantains and Mum said she knew I shouldn't but she let me all the same.
I was so tired when we got home though, and Mum shut me in the shelter with just a little feed because I had eaten the grass. I thought I might die of exhaustion and starvation before feeding time but in fact I fell asleep and when I woke up my feed was there and it was time to go out in the paddock for a roll!
That was a fun hack. Apart from the stones.
I thought we were doing one of our usual circuits but instead we headed on up the little lane - you can see from my ear in the first picture that I think I should be turning right, but no! That brought us in to a little village with a busy road and we had to ride along the road a little way. The drain covers were scary but I trotted nicely when Mum asked me and stood to wait for my right turn off the main road with Mum sitting there with her arm stuck out like a numpty until a car stopped to let us over.
Then we went up another lane which went up hill, and up, and up. It was ok when it was tarmac but after a while it turned into those horrid stones about the size of mum's thumb, they hurt my poor feet like nothing else and I didn't want to go on them. Mum got off and led me but I kept trying to turn round and go home, I hated that road. In the end I followed Mum all the way up to the top though, what's a pony to do? And I had a quiet snicker at her puffing away walking up the hill, ha ha, she thought I was going to do the hard work!
At the top of the lane we turned off onto a lovely green track, there's a picture. I know about pictures because Mum stops me and says, "Ziggy, stand," and I stand, and then her pocket goes zzzzip and she fiddles around with this little shiny thing for a bit, then it goes cer-lick! and she says "Good boy Ziggy" and gives me a treat and zips up her pocket again. I start walking now when her pocket zip goes because I am a clever pony and learn quickly.
Anyway, Mum stopped at the start of the green path and gave me an apple and we had a little rest before she got on. Then we came out onto this huge green down and Mum let me canter as much as I wanted, I went really fast because it was so lovely to run on the grass, I only stopped when I got out of puff. It was fun and Mum didn't mind even when I skipped sideways because there was a wolf in the gorse bushes.
Mum had to lead me a bit on the way off the down because there were trees over the track and she couldn't fit underneath them and neither could I and we had to weave around through the woods, but then she got back on and we went up on nice soft sandy tracks through the woods and then up a big wide sandy track and we cantered but it was so steep I just cantered slower and slower and slower until I sort of ran into the sand, and then I was at the top of this HUGE hill and I am sure I could see my mates in the field if I looked hard enough. Mum gibbered about me being handsome and took lots of pictures but I was busy looking for my mates.
I knew the way home from there and it was nice, with no more horrid stones and more nice views. I was really hungry on the way back and I ate grass and plantains and Mum said she knew I shouldn't but she let me all the same.
I was so tired when we got home though, and Mum shut me in the shelter with just a little feed because I had eaten the grass. I thought I might die of exhaustion and starvation before feeding time but in fact I fell asleep and when I woke up my feed was there and it was time to go out in the paddock for a roll!
That was a fun hack. Apart from the stones.