We had a glorious long hack today, 2 hours mostly at walk but with a bit of trot and one short canter. It was full of incident! These included:
- two tiny dachshunds hurling themselves at Sid's pom poms, barking furiously. He ignored them but I had a lovely chat to their (very apologetic) owner while Sid was petted.
- a train going under the Scary Railway Bridge while we crossed it. No drama.
- Making our way on a narrow lane past what used to be a beautiful old stable yard until it (literally) fell down a few months ago. It's now being converted into posh homes for posh folks, as is the fate of all rickety farm buildings in Surrey. The men were working inside the shell of the houses, one with a very, very loud nail gun, another with an angle grinder. Sid really didn't like the nail gun, and nor did he like the third guy flapping a tarpaulin out of an upstairs window, but he held it together.
- Being pursued down the path by a man driving a small and exceptionally noisy road roller. Sid looked uncomfortably behind him but carried on.
We got to the little river where Sid can drink, and he was very happy to do that as he had eaten his whole morning hay ration and a tacking-up haynet before we came out. He drank like a camel for several minutes, complete with suction sound effects, then began eagerly pawing the water with both front hooves (not at the same time). I took this as an indication that we should leave the water.
- On past the Chilworth Manor vineyard, which was, very unusually, full of activity. Lots of people tying-in the new growth on the vines, I think. They were calling to each other and all of them had left their coats to flap on the posts at the end of each vine row. We had a little nap there but Sid moved on quickly.
- A perfectly innocent small wooden sign by the side of the track, announcing that a new native hedgerow had been planted by the residents of Chilworth. This was the scariest thing on the whole hack! Sid started to spin and got through 180 degrees before I stopped him. He stared at the sign wild-eyed. I said he was an idiot.
- 4 alpacas being escorted from one paddock to another by 4 chaps. The alpacas were, to my surprise, OK but the men stopped after they had closed the gates and stood in the shade of a tree chatting. Sid couldn't figure out what they were and sidled and bridled. I asked them to call to him, they did (they were very nice chaps) and he snorted with relief and went up to them to say hello. He got lots of fuss and the heel of a jam sandwich, gratefully received.
No more nasties after that, but the level crossing came down as we approached and we waited at the gate while the train charged past. Sid walked under the gate as it came up, then shied at a big white bag full of ballast for the rails. He has no sense of proportion.
Later on he was very reluctant to go forward and I forgot, like a fool, what causes that. Eventually after a short canter he detoured into the woods without instruction. I barely had time to ask, "What the..." when he stretched out and had a massive wee. Poor lad! I often forget that he doesn't like fast work when he's doubled up. Afterwards he offered me canter straight away, as if he was saying, "I knew what you wanted, honest."
He got very sweaty so I washed him off when we got home. He rolled afterwards, of course.
The weather was utterly perfect and all the blackthorn was out. It was just a gorgeous hack.