Yesterday, Floss had an excellent riding lesson from Bjørn, our trainer.
She rode Klængur and they started in walk, practiced halt and asked for an outline.
Klængur was sold to me a few years back in Iceland as a tölt horse. He never trotted once and that is just how me and my back (or is it my back and I?) liked it.
A solid good action tölting Icelandic horse is a wonderful thing.
Smooth, fun, and makes the rider smile.
Motoring around, having fun, knowing you are safe is definitely the way forward.
So I am now depressed that Klængur has started trotting. I never asked him and he never did i but he trots for Flossie. Meh.
My horse does not trot. I can’t trot – it hurts my back horridly with all that bouncing.
There is nothing I can do, however. Klængur belongs to Flossie now (note-to-self, I must remember to fill in the transfer form and send it off to the Icelandic Horse Society of Great Britain).
I suppose, it doesn’t really matter if Klængur trots, tölts, flies or wobbles his way around as long as Floss has a smile on her face at the end of her riding lesson.
They both worked very well together which is lovely to see.