My instructor came this morning and we decided it would be a good idea to take dhorse to a nearby farm. I haven't been brave enough to take him up there yet because I know from previous experience that there are lots of hunters and youngsters that rush up to the fences on both sides of the road and prance about and I find it a bit nerve-wracking. Anyway, we got near the farm and swapped over so instructor rode and I was walking. Horsey was good as gold, just snorted at a couple of logs and that was it so we were really pleased and headed for home. We were going to swap back but I said I'd wait until we'd passed some men flying model planes (I'd ridden past them on the way but that was UPhill). I'm rather glad I did! There were bullocks on the road as we went down and dhorse was walking past quite happily until one spun round and ran across the road in front of him. He shot to one side but lost his footing on a grass bank at the side of the road and fell over with instructor underneath. Thankfully she was fine but just as my hand was an inch away from dhorse's rein he saw another bullock and ran off down the road. We were panicking about the cattle grid when a woman drove up on her way to the farm and stopped her car across the road and caught him. What a relief.
Instructor got back on and rode up the bank and onto the grass area with the bullocks because she wanted to show dhorse that there was nothing to worry about. He then whipped round, took a flying leap off the bank onto the road (glad he's unshod) and impressively instructor managed to stop him within three strides. Eventually he walked up there nicely with me beside him showing him it was ok.
I couldn't believe that within 5 minutes he was calm enough for me to get back on and ride him back home. What a little star.
I'm feeling very surprised and quite proud that I got back on and wasn't a quivering, sobbing jelly after all that!
Next week we are going bullock-hunting again .