Caravans, Snow and Horses

I have certainly embraced life as a Pikey, not only can you reach the beers in the fridge from the comfort of your bed, but when it come to hoovering it takes 4.6 seconds. Well they are the highlight. Midnight trudges through the snow to use the loo still takes some getting used to.

Well as Si has been updating you, he has been become a bit of a slave to boarding, however after considering my options, and taking into account my accident prone nature I decided to avoid the adrenaline junkie sport, and decided a much slower and safer horse trek.

My excitement wavered slightly when I got to the stables, and got reminded at how big the horses where, especially as I had to use a step ladder to get on mine. As we started our treck I was somewhere between apprehensive and sheer panic. My horse 'Chief', (who I called cheese as I misheard our Dutch guide), kept losing his footing on the ice and kept wandering into bushes. After a nerve racking start, I was starting to feel better, after we had done a little trot, and I Chief seemed to know what he was doing. Unfortunately I think Chief got a little too confident, and at the next patch of ice decided to jump over it. This plan may have worked well, if I had known of his ambition plan, and although Chief managed the jumped well, I was not so lucky and went sailing the opposite way, landing face first on the frozen ground. My face found some 'soft mud', I ended up with a crude face mask!

The good news is, that other than a very damaged toe, and more severely damaged pride, I got back on horse and continued our journey back to the stables. Vick was impressed that I even managed a Trot and a Canter home, what she didn't realise is, that i only did that to get back sooner!!

Clare
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