Went down Saturday to watch a dressage show. Except for a nice Welsh Cob that I couldn’t get bought and a darling 12 yr old boy on the cutest pony ever, it was predictably tame.
Went for a ride around the back edges of the horse park and trotting bold as you please across the middle of the steeplechase field was a good sized red fox. Knew I was there, gave me a couple of looks, determined I wasn’t a threat and continued on his hunt.
If I was a fox, that’s where I’d live.
