And so, with some trepidation the big fella saddled up for a trial run during our weekend visit. The mare was decidedly unhappy when the saddle hit her back, wedging tail firmly between legs and leaning as far away from man as she could.
She behaved quite well though. Although I don't think we'll be heading to Warwick for the Gold Cup this year, she at least didn't try any shenanigans with the boss. Describing her style as something close to a Kmart shopping trolley with one square wheel, I don't think there'll be too many fights over who wants to ride this old girl.
Much to the delight of the gathering crowd of onlookers
bovine ... and human
little chestnut did put on a show.
Dropping his head more than once, the crowd cheered him on, taunting Dad and questioning both his ability and courage, while I started looking for appropriate landing sites for the Medical Rescue chopper. No need, with the ringer from the top end showing style befitting a man half his age.
With the show over and apparently only my nerves a little rattled,
Jessie explained to the others just how brave our Dad really is, with a heart much bigger than a pea!