The boys were camping-tired which is a special sort of tired which involves being happy and grumpy at the same time. Too tired to manage polite conversation or help with the washing up but still able to shimmy up a tree or race around a campsite at the sight of a dragon fly.
The boys have sat on a horse once before but they don't remember it so to all intents and purposes this was their first horsey experience. Rather than just sit on and go, they had to brush and prepare the horse and then tack up, giving them a chance to get to know their new friend.
Our instructor Sue was boundlessly enthusiastic and explained the differences between classic and Western riding, how to brush and tack up the horse, where to stand, which bits to avoid, how to clean hooves and how to speak to the horse. Preparation complete they mounted Honey and Tilly and off we went.
It was an excellent lesson. They walked, steered, did challenges, trotted and went from zero to looking basically competent in under an hour. Physical co-ordination isn't W's strong suit but with patient instruction he got the hang of the controls on this new vehicle, mastering acceleration, steering and even braking (eventually). They both loved it and are looking forward to another lesson next time we're in the area.
What was the best bit? I ask as we drive away.
K's horse stopped for a massive wee and W's had gas. Cue uncontrolled giggling.
You can lead a horse to water ...
