Not astride

Buddy and I had another side-saddle lesson today. Our least one was three years ago. That’s a long time between lessons.

Muscle memory is a wonderful thing. I really impressed myself with how much I remembered. Buddy seemed to remember it better than I did.

I’ve often felt like I was born in the wrong era. I would have loved to have been one of those ladies who elegantly rode side-saddle across the fields. Dress and clock flowing in the breeze.

Let’s face it elegant isn’t a word that is used about me often. I’ve been told I’m an elegant faller. Not sure that’s something to shout about. But riding side-saddle I felt so elegant.

When the lesson had finished, I asked the instructor if she had her hat. She didn’t need a second invitation to hop on Buddy and show me how it should be done. It was wonderful watching my little boy float round the arena.

Looking forward to the next time. Let’s hope I don’t have to wait another three years…

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