I spent yesterday afternoon going through old documents and paperwork and having a general sort out. Whilst I was doing so I came across all of our old photo albums. Well, you know what it is like, hours pass by like minutes when you start browsing through them. My aim is to get some photo books made and fill them with all of our favourite snaps.
When I was younger I used to love horse riding. I often went on treks with one of best friends, Anna. I used to go and stay at her relatives’ farm most weekends and we would spend our days either playing on the hay bales, running across the fields or riding one of the horses, from ponies to shire horses.
I was 9 here and riding Harvey the pony.
It was so fun on the farm. We would get up each morning, have our breakfast and then head to the chicken coop to collect the eggs. Sometimes we would be challenged by the rooster and the bold as brass geese! They used to terrify me, my little legs had never moved so fast as they chased us across the fields.
Then it was our favourite time of day where we would go a nice ride up the country tracks with the horses. When we returned, we would spend ages with the horses, mucking out their stables and brushing their silky soft coats. Sometimes they would have their Harry Hall fly rugs on in the warmer weather, depending on the time of year really. It was just awesome to look after all of the animals and share lots of memories with one of my very good friends.
My eldest loved looking through the photos with me and they have inspired him to want to try horse riding too. I think we will book him up on a local trek to see if he likes it as much as I did, although not quite sure how that will pan out!
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