Okay, it wasn’t so much a plan as a hope. Lots of stars needed to align for that to have happened. More realistically, there was the idea of jumping around one of the little stadium courses.
At least we could do walk-trot-canter dressage tests and come back the next day to school cross-country, this time at a trot [Mr. Excitement Regards His Future]?
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Because of my thwarted plans, I was not prancing about about farting rainbows and spouting platitudes.
Every ride is a special occasion.
If you are lucky enough to be on a horse, you are lucky enough.
I believe these platitudes. I was not feeling these platitudes. Instead, I was watching horses of all shapes and abilities go over teeny, tiny, wee jumplets, and thinking,
‘That should be ME!’
I hate goals.
Thank you for reading,