So I'm now learning to lunge.
Officially it starts mid-week. Unofficially it started on Saturday. My good friend Leighton offered me a first taste. Despite a lot of man-handling sadly I could not quite stay still. Particualrly as the drunken giddiness kicked in. I ended up completely seasick, L taking the lungeline from me and trying to assume control whilst I was stumbling around trying to even take two steps in the same direction..... get out of the way.... yeah right!
More like, wobble telle-tubby, wobble Tinkie-Winkie.... wobble towards the hooves of that cantering horse!
He had said to keep looking at the horse, I did, but i was also determined to take in the beautiful spring morning scenery around me. Or was I trying to check for some kind of validation from the gawping gallery. The rest, history...
Was I pleased with my first steps into horsemanship ... well I kept my breakfast down!
I was Laurel, to Leighton's Hardy on this morning.
The real thing'll kick in this week. Light breakfasts planned.
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