Cheers, the bar where everyone knows your name. That is how I feel when I go to the barn in the morning. The horses nicker in anticipation for their morning feed. When you have to explain this to the young barn help, then you know you are old. It seems incredulous that someone wouldn’t know that reference?
George’s owner wants to take him to a Hunter Pace in a couple of weeks. A hunter pace is a competition that mimics a Foxhunt. The organizers of the event determine the winning time by having an experienced fox hunter ride the course to determine what the ideal pace/time would be. Last year, George went too fast by 10 minutes. They must have been hauling!
We’ve not worked very hard this winter. Today I started to leg him up, get him fit. We didn’t ride longer, just moved with purpose. George and I had a good work-out and we both ended up huffing and puffing.
So happy that winter is behind us. When the temps dipped below 20, I deemed it too cold to ride. Just not pleasant even with an indoor ring. The horses don’t mind the cold as much as the rider. When wearing gloves and I can’t feel my hands, it’s too cold for me.
I hope I’m not jinxing by saying this, so far we have had a balmy spring. The next warm day, will give George a bath and pull his mane. He must look his best when he goes to the show.