I haven’t ridden Klængur (pronounced Klang-gurr) for ages, many months even.
Haakon (pronounced Haw-Kn) is lame having lost his shoe and I wanted to go out for a ride to clear my brain. Jo rode Hetja (pronounced Hett-ya) who was an angel, as always.
I rode my ginger boy who tried his best but managed to spook at a rogue daffodil, potential trolls who lived behind a house and a man doing his garden. Klængur’s overactive imagination worked overtime but he wasn’t scary. I stuck on and he was listening by the end (and puffing) while I came home with a smile on my face. Mission accomplished. The best therapy.
Meanwhile, the bebbies were galloping about their park like ants on a hot plate. It was lovely to watch them bouncing and chasing each other in the sunshine. They interact with each other now and it usually results in a cheeky opinion or three.
When we came back from our ride, we gave them their afternoon food. I think they had earned it with all their galloping about earlier.