Moving feast

Max and I went for a wander today. Our first wander in what seems like a very long time.

Happily, we were accompanied by Max's grey pony field mate and the young girl who shares him.

The intention for Max was hill work to build up those back legs again, so we picked a route with two ups and two downs, which Max attacked with gusto, given that they were packed with dense vegetation; succulent long grass and wild herbs. My best efforts to keep him focused and not eating were not entirely successful. This, I suppose, is always going to be a problem for horses on restricted grazing put into a situation where they are surrounded by temptation.

"Looky! All you can eat buffet!"

"No Max, we're working."

"You're working, I'm heading for the salad bar!"

Despite the occasional good natured battle of wills, we had a good work out, even a bit of trotting, and returned to the yard with two happy ponies.