Posted: 15/03/2016 at 21:52
Evening all, Nanna duty today so lots of cuddles and kisses.
I have ridden a horse twice. The first time was a day trekking in the black mountains, it was terrible. In one day it rained, thundered and lightened, hailed and snowed. I had had a perm two days before so by the end of the day my hair looked like I had put my fingers in an electric socket. I was wearing driving gloves and they dyed the back of my hands green and the palms black. My new Levis shrunk and dyed my legs navy blue. When I got home I had to put a cushion in the bath so that I could sit down.
The second time was in Mexico (one of my signed disclaimer expeditions). We rode through a fast flowing river, I was terrified. Through a rain forrest (accompanied by security guards with machine guns) and came through a stand of trees to be greeted by a narrow shale path on the side of a mountain, the drop was unbelievable. I decided the horse was much better at navigating this than I was so I dropped the reigns and held on to the saddle for dear life. That finally cured me of my desire to ride.