I haven’t had my own horse for about eight years now. Some of the time I ache to go ride, but most of the time I’m too busy to miss it. So why is it that when I do get to ride (last Saturday evening, thank you to Tony, Nancy & Trotter), I come home glowing and happy? And it shows enough that when it’s planned but I’m too tired to want to go, Hubby kicks me out anyway. Wise man.
Other horsey stuff gives me thrills, too. Here’s a YouTube video of Frédéric Pignon and his Fresians doing gorgeous liberty work. I love the rapport between them!