The Horse, Boots & Rider Were Finally In The Same Timezone.

And stayed there for two days. Which isn't bad, out of four!

Seriously though. I only rode my Mother's Horse for two days while visiting my Mothers for four days. Starting on Tuesday (17/6) with me returning about now.

Even those two days almost didn't happen. The Horse had been lame for about a week, with no sign of a hoof abscess. The farrier came on the Tuesday morning and found an abscess beneath the shoe. Making me wonder whether the boots might actually be cursed.

Fortunately the Horse was moving fine by Wednesday morning. Meaning I got to be the first one to ride her and all of her energy that had been building up for over a week. While it was hot and she'd much rather be munching grass with her friends.

We actually did Cavalletti training. Not for the Horses benefit, for mine. That wasn't an attempt to further shade the Olympics or anyone else. That's just what you do with Horses.

We were really trying to find her; "Spook." That involuntary reflex that Humans get in response to jump scares in Horror movies. To see if I could predict and avoid them or, failing that, not get thrown. If photos and videos exist you'd see us going back and forth by the side of school where the jumps and trailers are stored. When the jumps are set up in the school the Horse thinks they're great fun. When they're being stored outside the school though; Terrifying.

I don't know if Horse "Love Island" is better. It's certainly proving to be more violent. All the boys are out in their summer paddock and all the girls are out in their summer paddock. Except most of the boys are now actually back in the stables on stall rest. Having kicked massive lumps into each other. Joining the Ukrainian prince the latest casualty actually shares his name with a famous, fictional, Lion. There's always some drama with Horses.

With there being a house guest the Cat's Shangri-La emerged, the hidden kingdom of the guest bedroom. Being located above the clouds it was rather hot though. Something which, clearly, was the guest's fault. So I didn't really see them other than catching the occasional, very dirty look.

The heat even caused the normally very busy Dog to find a new favourite game. Lying on the grass chewing through a stick. When she wasn't to be found splayed out asleep in some shady corner.

With some Mother doing Koine Greek with a group of Anglican Protestant Vicars and the other watering the allotment I was actually tasked with taking the Dog for a solo walk. She was very well behaved. She only started fights with five of the seven other Dogs we encountered.

Specifically I took her for a walk by a river where Dogs can have a bit of a swim and a drink on a hot day. As we were walking away from the river she kept pulling to go back and I let her. Thinking she wanted another drink. No. She wanted to start a fight with a black Dog swimming in the water that I hadn't seen. As with all the others I quickly airlifted her to safety. Which probably only added to her fun.

It turns out the boots were actually designed in the Emila-Romagaa region of Italy. Rather than the neighbouring Toscana region. Buffalo have certainly been known to roam though.

Despite all that. Looking at all the stuff I now really have to do. I don't think I can justify spending the time to build my adventures into more than were.