Many years ago, I purchased on a whim an antique wicker basket saddle from Fleabay. It was subsequently stored in a corner of the shed for ages.
BeAnne has sat in it a few times and today I discovered that her bottom was not as big as I thought and again she fitted a treat.
Waffle was volunteered as he is the kindest and least devious of The Minions. He was interested in this new career development as BeAnne’s noble steed.
I started slowly, so Waffle could get used to the feeling of the basket saddle and saddle cloth on his back. I will do the crupper up, or take it off, another day, if the basket saddle and BeAnne need it.
Her Maj, aka BeAnne, sat with all the aplomb of someone who regularly rides Shetland ponies in basket saddles! To the manor born. She is such a natural and Waffle is the perfect size.
So that is what I did today, this filthy rainy windy, as in gale force, day.
Dearest Waffle – I feel there is a career here.