I’m a bit sad. I’m coming to a close to my days in Wales. But it’s been a grand day, even after losing a UK hour in its time change. (Haven’t I been through this once this year?)
What can be better than spending the day with horses?
With this scenery from the house and arena?
The house sits up above the arena (“ménage” here).
The barn (or yard). The right two stalls are modified goat pens where the roof was lifted to accommodate the horses. The other two stalls were built after purchase.
I brought my landlady’s daughter with me who was thrilled to be around horses and said she learned more in 15 minutes with Sue than she had in a year’s worth of lessons. (I had met Sue at the workshop.)
I got on for a moment and did a walk trot.
We had tea on the terrace and swapped stories. I was fascinated with the sightings of pheasants as we drove in. When one appeared in the yard, Sue grabbed my camera to shoot a photo.
Before we knew it it was time to head back.