It’s been hotter than the devil’s appendage lately, and smokey to boot*. Added to that, the cow horse people have been really floofing the footing in the indoor, and the eventers got a bunch of new sand dumped outside, so it hasn’t been conducive to a lot of fast work.
Mostly Mr O’Pony and I have been working on Walking Like You Mean It, which is certainly important and a necessary skill, but gets a little dull… today, though, we had A Breeze.
The smoke cleared. The morning was low 80s, not high 90s. The wind blew. There was trotting. There was snorting. It was grand.
*I feel like there’s a lot of scope to extend this metaphor, but I won’t.
