Tuesday 26 January 2016

Thunder is the sound of hoofbeats in heaven


There is something about being able to move as one, as a team, as a unit that has always fascinated me. It is the unspoken bond shared between a rider and their horse that is so significant and beautiful. Not many people can say that they trust their fellow four-legged friend so much that they are willing to risk their lives each and every time they find themselves in the saddle. How is it that these mighty beasts can be both fragile yet powerful at the same time. They listen to our aids and do as they are asked but in the end they do have a mind of their own and with a swish of their tail and a lifting of their legs, they could be rid of us within a few seconds. Horses are horses and we could never change them completely for they are animals of fright and flight.