I've been very quiet on the horse front as all has not been plain sailing. First, Fairfax had an overreach (technical speak for a self- inflicted cut), and then was kicked, resulting in a nasty ( and hideously expensive) cut on his leg. He was having problems settling in, and none of this has helped.
So. Back to work this week, after another two weeks shut up in his box. All well - ish - until yesterday.
Off we set, with another horse for company. All well until companion became unsound. Don't worry, I said. You go back. Fairfax and I will carry on a bit further.
Bad, bad decision.
It took Fairfax about thirty second to realise that we were on our own, and then all, and I mean all, the toys were thrown out of the pram. His is a big pram, with a lot of toys. He leapt in the air, and then bucked his way back to his companion and tried to gallop home.
" I didn't think you were going to stop!" said companion's rider.
Neither did I. But we did. And returned home in triumph (Fairfax) and shame (me).
"Don't ever, ever do that again!" said the lovely yard manager, who keeps an eye on me.
And Fairfax? He's just fine. Thanks for asking.