Klængur – pronounced Klan-gur (hard g).


What can I say? Well, my surgeon didn’t say no long-reining, he just said no riding and I want Klængur to learn to chill, relax and be ridden buckle-end everywhere.  That is very important.  He must trust me so I am working with him on the ground….


….while Daisy is doing the riding bit.


I don’t want energy, I want relaxation and teamwork.  There is something about Klængur – he has so much to give and we are still learning about each other.  He listens to me. I say stand and he does (on the ground).  I click walk on and off we go, stretching but that is all in the school which is a false sheltered environment.


There is definitely a relationship with us.  He enjoys my company.


He is learning about Daisy, his new rider and handler, for a while and that is good.  They have an honest relationship and Daisy can stick on most things these days if they decide to piss off home.


So today we took a deep breath and Daisy took him out on his own, with me and a friend following on foot. We had a buggy, small toddler and 2 dogs in tow and, to be fair, Klængur took it all in his stride.  We tested him out with the buggy first as he can be a bit unnecessary about cars sometimes.


And off they went.


The boy did good.  He pottered, asked questions, but never said no or spun.  He was part of our fairly odd-looking family and happy to be included.


So, when we caught up, we sent them home and continued with our walk on foot.  Apparently they met a car and not a flicker so I feel, slowly but surely, we are getting there.


Funny boy, Klængur – he has my heart….


…. and Daisy’s.


Icelandic horses just get into your soul when you least expect it.


Golly, I must go on a diet!




3 thoughts on “Klængur

  1. linda

    Awesome post Frances once I moved I have to see if you can give me the confidence to ride I like driving and have had one lesson so far
    have a great weekend

  2. bigears

    He is very soulful, the special moments are very special – I had one last night with Suze, the others were galloping around like crazy, but she focussed on me, let me catch her and bring her in with all the chaos of her foal and its friend galloping up and down the fence, bucking, kicking, cutting in in front of her. She never once tried to join in – natural reaction – and stayed with me and opened gates, which the crazy two raced through, then plodded into her stable, didn’t turn a hair.

    You can’t put a price on these little moments when you get a connection and a moment of trust and understanding.


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