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.