side view theme:


The colours on a jockey’s shirt
Help put him in his place,
But colours cause a lot of hurt
In other sorts of race,
And those who differentiate –
Quite colouring their thought –
Should race towards an awful fate,
By cullers brought to naught!

My novel has now reached 103 000 words and I felt like a break, so today I leapt at the opportunity of joining an expedition to Giba Gorge after young R has been nagging to for a horse ride.   She spent a while on board her favourite Shetland, and when I asked afterwards, ‘So, R, how was your ride?’ she replied, beaming, ‘It was fabulous!’ Then, when we laughed at her choice of description (bear in mind, she is still a month short of three years old) she said, ‘I’m a card!’

She has just earned a medal at swimming school for an unaided swim of 25 metres, and after a trial has demanded to start ballet lessons. Quite a go-getter!

Nobody was available to take me on the outride, and the lady in charge said that the horse I normally ride simply refuses to go without being led by other horses. I said I’d try anyway, so in due course horse and I ambled out of the gate and were some twenty meters up the track before he realised we were alone. We then had a discussion, where he said he wanted to go back, and I indicated with voice, firm pressure of legs and reins that I had other ideas.

Applying some of the principles of Natural Horsemanship I had learnt in the UK, I persuaded him to carry on without having to resort to a stick or force, and we had a pleasant trot through woodland as far as a rushing river, and then a trot and canter back just before it began to rain.

I enjoyed the surprised praise I received on return almost as much as I had enjoyed the ride!


© April 2011 Colonialist (Letterdash/WordPress)

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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  1. It WAS exhilirating 🙂 And you are a talented family, it seems…


  2. adeeyoyo says:

    Clever poem and lovely ride, Col. Quite exhilarating…!


  3. Cindy says:

    That child is a prodigy! Must take after her Gramps 🙂


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