My back finally went (prolapse, they think - awaiting scan) so I just can't ride anymore.
My left foot is paralysed and doesn't work at all.
So I had to give up riding my horse. I miss riding more than words, more than breathing. In my heart I think I probably could ride, but when I mentioned it to my daughter she replied "how would you get on .... and off, for that matter?" and she was right.
I just can't do it.
So I walk and I take my horse most times with me. He walks beside me or behind me, tickling my hands which I hold behind my back holding the lead-rope.
We walk about 3 miles a day along a very quiet single track road to a cattle grid. There and back. Yesterday, when we stopped at our destination, I put my nose in my horse's mane and just inhaled. The wonderful smell of horses.
Walking is not the same as riding but it is not bad. Just not riding really. I miss that hugely. I watch my daughters ride their horses and I am jealous of them (and then feel bad for being a jealous cowbag).
They are kind and bring me my horse, out of the field, because I find walking in the field terrifying. My left foot can't cope with the uneven terrain and I trip a lot.
My horse is 25 years old so the clock is ticking with him too. We both know that. He is old and I am crippled. Last time I rode him he refused to canter up the hill like he has always done for the past 19 years. He just stood at the bottom patiently waiting for everyone else while they belted off at 100mph. He knew, I think.
So, that's my lot at the moment. I just wanted to write it down really.
My left foot is paralysed and doesn't work at all.
So I had to give up riding my horse. I miss riding more than words, more than breathing. In my heart I think I probably could ride, but when I mentioned it to my daughter she replied "how would you get on .... and off, for that matter?" and she was right.
I just can't do it.
So I walk and I take my horse most times with me. He walks beside me or behind me, tickling my hands which I hold behind my back holding the lead-rope.
We walk about 3 miles a day along a very quiet single track road to a cattle grid. There and back. Yesterday, when we stopped at our destination, I put my nose in my horse's mane and just inhaled. The wonderful smell of horses.
Walking is not the same as riding but it is not bad. Just not riding really. I miss that hugely. I watch my daughters ride their horses and I am jealous of them (and then feel bad for being a jealous cowbag).
They are kind and bring me my horse, out of the field, because I find walking in the field terrifying. My left foot can't cope with the uneven terrain and I trip a lot.
My horse is 25 years old so the clock is ticking with him too. We both know that. He is old and I am crippled. Last time I rode him he refused to canter up the hill like he has always done for the past 19 years. He just stood at the bottom patiently waiting for everyone else while they belted off at 100mph. He knew, I think.
So, that's my lot at the moment. I just wanted to write it down really.