Then…the wind came up and the tent puffed up. He saw it!
All the riders are women and all have perfect, almost mask like, makeup.
It was like a huge hideous bird about to fly right at us and devour us.
The standing room only crowd gave her a bit send off.
Last week was a great one! Sometimes in working with a horse it can be frustrating and discouraging. Sometimes I feel I am just not making any progress. I am just not getting anywhere. But not this past week! There are some very basic things that have fallen into place. I have grasped what is…
I had previously written a post about the “Greatest” horse.
They live outside grazing on the grass in between the buildings.
But then my Aunt pointed out my Uncle Tim riding, in full regalia, behind the Queen!
No one is watching me, nothing outside of Biasini and me matters.
“….to be loved by a little girl.”
Here is a short video clip of my lesson.
One rider? Or two?