Our guests (the horses from Houlls Horses & Hounds in Burra) are staying until tomorrow so we made the most of the fine weather and took them and their riders out to see our local countryside.
It is lovely to have other competent folk to ride with, especially on Icelandic horses.
There were six of us in total.
(I have missed my orange riding companion and I think his rider, Flossie, has missed her little orange horse).
We had some lovely tölts and trots.
I dropped back, much to Haakon’s fury, so that I could photograph everyone going up the canter track.
It was a bit of a there-and-back-again kind of ride as it is just still too wet to go up into the hill. Maybe our visitors will come back when it has dried up a bit and then we can show them the view from the top of the hill.
On the way home I kept Haakon back again.
This of course made him then last, which he was furious about. Haakon is never last.
And so Haakon sneakily made his way past everyone.
And yes, he did get home first never breaking into anything faster than his industrious walk.
We will be sad to say goodbye to our new friends.
And it was lovely having Esja home for a brief visit.