Daisy and I (with Kappi and Klængur) are going on a socially-distanced ride tomorrow with some friends on their Icelandic horses.
With only three wheels on my wagon, my horse-van is at the menders so the horses and us are blagging a lift off our kind neighbour to our destination.
Klængur’s not brilliant about loading and we haven’t been anywhere for ages. I needed to know if he still remembered what to do.
Armed with my trusty box of inspirational Mare and Youngstock hard-feed (all we have at the moment) and a carrot (visual aid), we walked and rattled our way down to my neighbour’s.
Both horses knew I had food. I made sure of that.
My neighbour’s horse-van is slightly different to mine – the layout is the same, though.
I let Klængur have a good look and then we walked in with my yellow bucket of food. Both were good boys and I loaded Klængur a few times until I felt confident that tomorrow would not be a problem. Kappi of course loaded like the pro he is. The carrot and mix were duly dished out.
And then we wended our way home again.
I am really looking forward to tomorrow. We haven’t been anywhere for ages.
I have told Klængur he must be a good boy and not let me down.
Now to iron my brave pants.