It was windy. Unbelievably so. And there was a couple of people with land yachts out there, much to Tally's disbelief and horror. He had a bit of a nap to start with but got over himself and we headed off...in the opposite direction to the land yacht. We trotted for a fair while, mainly because I couldn't stop and had a bit of a canter and a gallop, before hopping over a couple of logs. We then just wandered, my face is extremely windburned now as we were heading into the wind in one direction.
There was a line on the ground and Tally decided that he simply couldn't step over the line or God would pop down from heaven and smite him :roll: After a couple of minutes of arguing, he put one toe over, then with a great snort and a leap, shot over and zoomed off. If there was an Oscar for "best impression of an Arab with a rocket up its arse", he'd win it for sure.
We continued on for quite a while before heading for home. Uh, galloping home with the wind coming from BEHIND is quite an experience. We were going rather fast when I spied a log which looked jumpable. It was about 90cm/1m in the really jumpable bit, Tally launched over it the first time as I was riding quite defensively in case he stopped, but the next time was a little saner. With a great war cry we went continued!
We alternated between trotting and galloping for most of the rest of the way home, although we did some walking. Suddenly, Tally grew to about 18hh and began prancing as he'd seen another horse come over the dunes. Erm..my language was not awfully polite (think "fuckshitbollocks", all said in calm and measured tones) but I said hello and stopped to have a chat, before we went our seperate ways.
Tally left the other horse without nappin. Not even a hint of it!!!! He began gawking again because the land yachts were still on the beach so I decided to take him back home along the road. Apparently my transitioning has worked as he trotted down a metal road without flinching, I didn't actually mean to trot but Tally went "OOH! EXPLORING!" and raced off. He happily wandered down the road with his bare toes, much to the delight of a little girl who saw him from the other side of the road and excitedly told her mother that "That horsey has purple reins!".
I'm bloody exhausted, and also I seem to have damaged my pinkie on my left hand, the middle knuckle is going a classy shade of bluey black and it's rather swollen. I have no memory of it happening and it only began hurting when I noticed the colour change
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