Today, I schooled Max between yard shifts, after I'd nipped home for a bit of lunch, leaving Max to enjoy his, too.
We went into the school for in hand schooling first on the Dually, for about 15 minutes, then I attached the reins and rode him bareback for another quarter of an hour. My balance is appalling! The combination of a bad back, and not riding as a result of it, is very telling. I had to really concentrate to give any seat aids at all, but when I hit the right note, Max was consistently responsive. I didn't want to spend too long at it though, because it wasn't comfortable for me, and I knew it couldn't be for Max, either.
A final walk out in hand, down the lane, and then a run/trot all the way back to the yard on a hot, muggy afternoon. Not the best warm-up for me before an afternoon of mucking out, but Max seemed to enjoy it.
“His name is Max, and he's a Norwegian Fjord X Arab. He’ll be four in June. I have about a month to see if I can make it work and make him mine. Have to see if he chooses me too, and whether I'll do him justice.” (1st May, 2006)
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- The diary of a young horse and a not quite so young novice. What happens when you decide to return to riding after years away from it and suddenly find yourself buying a horse, and a very young horse at that? Who teaches who?
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