|Hetty: "Just gonna sniff this rug and pretend you don't exist"|
It felt like moving through quick sand to be tacking up and riding again so Hetty was the right choice for my first attempt in weeks. She basically does not care about anything and just tilts her neat ginger ears at you with a wry look if you fumble.
Snow lay all around us so we retreated to the indoor to 'school'. Although schooling suggests learning and the only learning going on was Hetty telling me she wasn't going to lift a finger till I sat up properly and asked for it.
The more she ignored me the more interested I got in re-awakening my sleepy core and legs. To open the lines of communication I picked up the schooling whip (major indignation even though it did not touch her once) and began to ask for gentle lateral work: shoulder in, leg yields, shoulder fore.
She was pretty mad about it but our trot work gained a bit more power and she began to reluctantly straighten rather than hugging the wall with he outside shoulder. After 15 minutes I could feel fury rising off her like steam and I did not want to outstay my welcome even though it felt wonderful to be back in the saddle.
We finished and L took a photo of me beaming and Hetty looking like she never wanted to see me again.
|Blue practicing handsomeness|
I don't like schooling for ages. Horses seem to hate it. Or maybe I hate it and that feeling is pure projection. It feels nicer to ask for a bit, improve a bit, say thank you and call it a day. This is clearly why I suuuck at flatwork and need an instructor to boss me about. It was very strange to be riding again. You can feel how weak and curled up you are but at the same time it's so familiar and comforting.
First ride back. It's a start.
It was also really good to be mixing feeds, tacking up, brushing etc. L says it's nice to have someone ride who'll join in with the graft but that's second nature to me and as much a part of the deal as the ride itself.
I do so miss having Zed in work. I love riding any horse and Hetty is just so lovely but there's still that little sadness in my heart as I wish he was mended. Now I have to acknowledge that and then get on with it and accept that he's broken for now and mooning about won't help. I would really like 2018 to be a great horsey year and now I have to work out how to do that with no money and no horse!
Which sounds pretty impossible but then I think back to my teens when I used to manage just that, so maybe it's mind over matter...
|Gorgeous sunset to finish|