Wow. What an painfully wonderful week. I'm so glad it's over but i wish it was still going. I can't describe how awesome it felt to walk along the beach on the back of a horse and then wait for half the group to go ahead while you walk backwards on your horse unintentionally and then at the slightest wrist movement your off, standing in the saddle unable to be seated with your hands almost at the ears, under you, you can feel the muscles moving at such speed and precision, you feel safe and secure although you have very little supporting you to stay on. You can see the others around you, flying across the sand in a mirror image of yourself but you feel alone you feel like your flying and you can feel your heart pounding against your insides the blood rushing all over your body, giving you the best feeling in the entire world... Id so use that to conjure up my patronus...
My three days of riding were full of fun and all three had a gallop along the beach, the third and final day we even went into the sea! If only a little, but we all got wet from it :P. My first day, i had an assessment ride to basically show what i could do. They were very pleased to see what i could do though :) I felt nice to be back in a saddle and can i add that it was a very comfy one. After my assessment i had my first gallop along the beach, which from my description above I'm sure you'll know was AMAZING. My long ride in the afternoon was canceled due to that which i shall mention later and it was exchanged for a town ride.
On my second day of riding, my true love... lol... My second day consisted of another wonderful beach ride, an hour lesson for which i choose to do jumping in and then another town ride for which i was in the lead. After this ride there was a huge family, possibly I'm hoping it was more than one family, waiting for the next town ride, and when one of them got on, he didn't stop at the saddle, and well, round and over and drop, plop he went haha. It was extremely funny!
My third day i was very sore... however i got on the horse and we went up over the mountain and down again, which took us from 10 till 4.30pm. It was amazing, how far you could see was breathtaking and i have to admit, on the way down there were points at which i forgot to breath...
Now...even if a gallop on the beach is totally cliche these days, I'd still like a knight in shining armour to come and take me away, galloping along the beach into the sunset, to live happily ever after.
Unfortunately, this will never happen because life just isn't like that unless your really lucky. But hey, i haven't found any four leaf clovers in the almost 19years of my life so i feel sure that this cliche wont happen... and anyhow, I'd kick him off the horse before setting off.. it'd be mightily uncomfortable to have someone else with you galloping along the sandy beach.
Well.. if you haven't noticed i had a FANTASTIC time up north on my little adventure to a small town with not even a shop, or petrol station.. but don't worry.. it had a pub. And a nice house for sale....
But anyways.. Going off the wonderfulness of it, I;d like you all to know that the nutter running around shooting randoms at his own ill didn't get me. If you don't believe me, go watch the news about Cumbria.. My knack for being in/ near the action hasn't faltered.
RIP all those who died at his hands.
I feel that i shall leave this blog here on the sad note to go and rest my muscles, as they are still sore.. 3 days of horse riding after almost a year of not riding really gets to your muscles...
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