I didn’t take my camera to the barn when I went to work in the morning, so nothing to record the six+ wheelbarrows of muck taken from the stalls and dumped, the leftover haylage (fermented hay) I took from the stalls to a nearby pasture, the sweeping and raking done in the front yard, the setting up the stalls for the evening with haylage and feed, which is what I have been doing in the mornings 8-noon. There are usually two of us and today — my last day — Tim was the second person. Francine, a local young woman, has been the usual second person, but was off. She is getting ready to go to university and study to be a veterinarian and has been riding with Tim for years.
I have enjoyed watching Cowboy Tim teach people and horses after the work is done. So for the past five days I’ve not left the place except to make a wine and nacho run, and to attend a concert in Llangollen. The nacho run was to picking up what I needed to make a nacho casserole. More on cooking in a separate entry.
I’ve even ridden a tiny bit, twice. Basically I have gotten on the offered horse and walked, did some turns, tried trotting. Felt like I was back in novice class. Both horses were light and respond well to leg pressure.
Thursday, Cowboy Tim had Lydia riding her thoroughbred without a bridle. Her horse Inca came in with dangerous horse syndrome: rearing, bucking, coming at people. It’s a long story about what was going on with him, but in short, Inca had back pain from what was diagnosed as a kissing spine. The memory of that pain and his reaction is what Tim has worked him through, to the point that Lydia was riding him at a walk, trot, canter with no bridle. (And Tim has her riding on a western saddle.)
I did some of my work on Inca and gave Lydia a lesson on some things she can do and was rewarded with a bottle of pink moscato set on my doorstep 2 days later. It’s not bad for a sweet wine.
Last night I went with Tim to a concert of junior high/high school aged students from four counties. It was a performance of a Cerddorfa Linynnol (string orchestra) and a Cerddorfa Chwyth (wind orchestra). Incredible music and display of talent. Aunt Pam (of the trip to Tywyn and shetlands) was there; it was her grandson performing in the string orchestra. Afterwards I experienced Mr. Taod’s wild ride, when Tim decided to take a different route home on a curvy, one track road running on the side of a high hill. And he drives fast. But I’m still in one piece.
So tomorrow, it’s clean the apartment and head out to Pentrefoelas for chocolate.