Bjørn on Taktur (my newly trained Icelandic stallion), Jo on Haakon (my 19yo Icelandic gelding) and Fiona on Iacs (Daisy’s 17yo Icelandic gelding) all went out for a ride with me following on foot (not jealous, not jealous, not jealous).
They tölted or trotted off up the track.
And quickly vanished over the horizon.
BeAnne and I pottered along behind at our own pace with a smile on our face (not) and song in our heart (even less).
Behind us, what had started being a fairly decent day suddenly looked revolting. It resembled my mood!
On one side we were ok with clear sky so BeAnne and I stayed by the road waiting for the riders’ return. BeAnne kept herself amused looking for pesky wabbits but staying nearby. She never wanders. I am always within sight or sound.
I pottered taking irrelevant photos. You can see the ground is very dry. We haven’t had any decent rain for ages and the grass is not growing.
Takka-takka takka-takka and I looked up. “What’s that coming over the hill. Is it a monster? Is it a monster?”
No, it is Haakon in a vile mood because Jo has made him do some work for a change. He hates that. When it is just me and him, we slob along. It is our way.
The “monsters” went past and I managed a quick chat with Bjørn. He said Taktur’s tölt was coming along nicely, but he will let him take his time to develop it rather than force this gait. Taktur has a strong rhythm and excellent “willingness”. So proud – I am very lucky.
And off they vanished, as it was beginning to snow.
Really snow, in April. I don’t think that is very nice.
The horses were all put out into their field. Taktur happily played “crocodiles” with Haakon. I think my mystery is solved. No wonder they all have chunks of fur taken out.
Tomorrow hopefully this – the galloping track. I can’t wait.