Hello everyone,
So in my past two lessons I have had to endure the wonders of no stirrups (sarcasm I hope you can tell)... I have to say, I can tolerate it when i'm on the correct horse, for instance I occasionally ride a very old pony who has patience comparable to a short fuse, as he enjoys kicking out most of the time if someone is within 200 metres of his bum, or when you're trying to pick his feet and keeps having a near hit with your face, however as soon as you break through his violent exterior he is such a lovely, honest horse and has a trot to die for, its so easy to sit to with/without stirrups (Tried to find a pic of him but I could only find one when he was my lock screen. He's a dark bay gelding who stands at sround 14.3-15hh and has grey hairs dotted around on his face), however in my last lesson I was on a horse with the sensitivity of a racehorse and the laziness of a cob, you can't quite explain who Smokey is without having a sit on him... He has a lovely canter however, as i discovered in the lesson before last when he decided he didn't like something in the newly built indoor and starts to do a series of three big bucks, then you start to dislike him for 10 minutes (can't stay too mad at the poor little dapple grey). After that little traumatic experience, my instructor refused to allow me to put my stirrups back (I'm not sure whether or he is trying to improve my skills or kill me......)
I'm counting down the days in which I can go jumping again! I reckon i'll go again after the Summer holidays and i'm riding with my school again (i'll do an excited blog post on my first jump since I was diagnosed with CFS). Last time I jumped has to have been in about May this year. I was on Badger - the laziest little cob i've ever known (He isn't really that little, he's about 15.2-15.hh i'd say) I blame the little children who have made him so ridiculously dead to the leg. Going back to the story, once he starts jumping he goes wild, apparently he is the same on Cross Country. When I did work experience with the stable, he did a chase me charlie and scrambled over 3ft (much to my disbelief), he really doesn't refuse anything you stick in front of him.
I have my second lot of work experience next week, this time i'm at my local vet helping out with all the animals and watching operations etc, so I won't be riding until Sunday morning, so i'll post on Sunday and i'll do an anecdote on Wednesday/Thursday.
Eve :)
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So in my past two lessons I have had to endure the wonders of no stirrups (sarcasm I hope you can tell)... I have to say, I can tolerate it when i'm on the correct horse, for instance I occasionally ride a very old pony who has patience comparable to a short fuse, as he enjoys kicking out most of the time if someone is within 200 metres of his bum, or when you're trying to pick his feet and keeps having a near hit with your face, however as soon as you break through his violent exterior he is such a lovely, honest horse and has a trot to die for, its so easy to sit to with/without stirrups (Tried to find a pic of him but I could only find one when he was my lock screen. He's a dark bay gelding who stands at sround 14.3-15hh and has grey hairs dotted around on his face), however in my last lesson I was on a horse with the sensitivity of a racehorse and the laziness of a cob, you can't quite explain who Smokey is without having a sit on him... He has a lovely canter however, as i discovered in the lesson before last when he decided he didn't like something in the newly built indoor and starts to do a series of three big bucks, then you start to dislike him for 10 minutes (can't stay too mad at the poor little dapple grey). After that little traumatic experience, my instructor refused to allow me to put my stirrups back (I'm not sure whether or he is trying to improve my skills or kill me......)
I'm counting down the days in which I can go jumping again! I reckon i'll go again after the Summer holidays and i'm riding with my school again (i'll do an excited blog post on my first jump since I was diagnosed with CFS). Last time I jumped has to have been in about May this year. I was on Badger - the laziest little cob i've ever known (He isn't really that little, he's about 15.2-15.hh i'd say) I blame the little children who have made him so ridiculously dead to the leg. Going back to the story, once he starts jumping he goes wild, apparently he is the same on Cross Country. When I did work experience with the stable, he did a chase me charlie and scrambled over 3ft (much to my disbelief), he really doesn't refuse anything you stick in front of him.
I have my second lot of work experience next week, this time i'm at my local vet helping out with all the animals and watching operations etc, so I won't be riding until Sunday morning, so i'll post on Sunday and i'll do an anecdote on Wednesday/Thursday.
Eve :)
follow me on twitter by clicking here!
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