Belinda’s horse Tattoo,in a drenching downpour.
Sometimes they push you on relentlessly.
Round. Like a circle in a spiral. Like a wheel within a wheel. Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel. Lyrics from Windmills of your mind. Going back to the basics. How often do we hear this as riders? We are always going ‘back to the basics’. But it does not mean we…
I have always called it a blob!
Just like a human athlete he needs support to perform his best.