Haakon left his friends first thing this morning to wait patiently for me in an easy-access little paddock. We were going on an adventure.
The horse-van was packed and Haakon loaded easily (which makes a change from the horse that deliberately kicked out every light on every trailer for the last twenty years while objecting to being loaded).
We drove off – just me and my horse and went to Sandness.
I could immediately see that Haakon knew exactly where he was.
This was his old stomping ground. Even though he hasn’t been here for many years (possibly ten), Haakon knew. He most definitely knew. This was the place where he lived 20 plus years ago, and where I first backed and trained him.
We tacked up, Hoof boots all on, mounted and set off.
My friend, who lives here, was riding her horse too and we were going out for a sedate plod around the village.
I didn’t need the reins. Haakon remembered everything. This was how I trained him all those years ago.
We enjoyed the scenery. It was very familiar to us.
What a lovely ride. Haakon refused to be anywhere but in the front and he enjoyed every minute of it, as did I.
Then he loaded like a dream – it has only taken 26 years to achieve this nirvana.
And back home, with an apple for a treat and some TurmerAid in case he was stiff later (he had his routine dose for breakfast). This was a very special morning with my best boy and yes I do love Klængur but Haakon is, well, just Haakon really and I never thought we would have this again.