It didn't do that when I tried it....
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♥Jun. 11th, 2013 // 02:54 pm♥
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This morning, after Pilates and half an hour of laterals with GB, I took Mike's horse for a little hack in the woods, the first time I'd tried it.
I went with the girl next door (well, the girl with the horse in the stable next to GB's), and she was pleasantly surprised not to have to keep stopping to let us catch up as we walked up the lane (which she has to do with GB). As we got to the first place where people have a canter, I was just telling her how Mike had warned me that Jonny was tough to get into canter at the start of the ride, and I'd brought a long whip just in case I struggled. Jonny's nose was fractionally in front of the other horse's as I gave him a nice clear-but-gentle go signal, planning to follow it up with a big kick and then a tap of the whip when he didn't go.
"I thought you said canter, not gallop?" asked the girl next door when she caught up.
(I am, however, delighted to report that he has fabulous brakes: a tiny squeeze with the hands brought him back to a nice canter, and a barely-larger one stopped him when I asked.) |
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