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glenatronToday was sunny and people were going out skiing or playing with toboggans mostly. I had to walk to the shops ( the delivery lorry had arrived with milk ) and later walk to the ponies.
Later I did something really dense,
The main road not far from our house. Quiet and somewhat snowy...
Much more pleasant being an Exmoor today...
The Surrey Hills resembling a ski resort. Not something that one sees frequently.
Proper winter robin! On the way through the valley we got buzzed by a pair of them - they were hopping around us and then even flying up and hovering right in front of us momentarily. I assume someone has been feeding them by hand because i've never seen them so naturally tame.
Zorro has become increasingly obsessed with eating halters lately. Today it transpires he even plays tug-of-war. Is this what Gerd Heuschmann was writing his book about?
Zorro using the snow for it's required purpose...
If it were possible to tire of pictures of Small Pony looking adorable I'm sure it would have happened by now.
Now one thing that has happened so far in my life is no snow since I have been around horses much, so I've never ridden in snow. And nobody had been in the school, so it was absolutely pristine, which really only left one option...
A bit on the ground to see how punchy he's feeling. Quite punchy as you can tell from the way he's thinking of biting my face off here.
Riding my pony! In the snow! Not terribly well, but I didn't want to spend the time on tacking up or change my boots, which would have compromised my binbag and gaffa tape gaiters.
Zorro claims that he is not a riding horse if there is snow on the ground. His front feet were just landing...
So I went with that idea and once he had offered me a few nice steps, I figured we could stop and go back for his dinner. And then when we stopped I noticed the snow looking soft and deep and inviting and figured there might never be a better time to try a rolling dismount. So, with the immortal words "Check this out!" I tried.
Fail. A correct roll would have landed shoulder first and turned from there to absorb the momentum of the fall. I landed right on my coccyx, which sank straight through that soft soft snow and landed hard on the frozen floor of the school.
I suspect some of you might have been in a similar situation and be able to imagine the language that followed. I'll be honest, it does hurt a lot, but it is so absolutely my own stupid fault that I'm not going to blame anyone but my big fat stupid self, as I stumble around in pain for the next few days...
Later I did something really dense,
The main road not far from our house. Quiet and somewhat snowy...
Much more pleasant being an Exmoor today...
The Surrey Hills resembling a ski resort. Not something that one sees frequently.
Proper winter robin! On the way through the valley we got buzzed by a pair of them - they were hopping around us and then even flying up and hovering right in front of us momentarily. I assume someone has been feeding them by hand because i've never seen them so naturally tame.
Zorro has become increasingly obsessed with eating halters lately. Today it transpires he even plays tug-of-war. Is this what Gerd Heuschmann was writing his book about?
Zorro using the snow for it's required purpose...
If it were possible to tire of pictures of Small Pony looking adorable I'm sure it would have happened by now.
Now one thing that has happened so far in my life is no snow since I have been around horses much, so I've never ridden in snow. And nobody had been in the school, so it was absolutely pristine, which really only left one option...
A bit on the ground to see how punchy he's feeling. Quite punchy as you can tell from the way he's thinking of biting my face off here.
Riding my pony! In the snow! Not terribly well, but I didn't want to spend the time on tacking up or change my boots, which would have compromised my binbag and gaffa tape gaiters.
Zorro claims that he is not a riding horse if there is snow on the ground. His front feet were just landing...
So I went with that idea and once he had offered me a few nice steps, I figured we could stop and go back for his dinner. And then when we stopped I noticed the snow looking soft and deep and inviting and figured there might never be a better time to try a rolling dismount. So, with the immortal words "Check this out!" I tried.
Fail. A correct roll would have landed shoulder first and turned from there to absorb the momentum of the fall. I landed right on my coccyx, which sank straight through that soft soft snow and landed hard on the frozen floor of the school.
I suspect some of you might have been in a similar situation and be able to imagine the language that followed. I'll be honest, it does hurt a lot, but it is so absolutely my own stupid fault that I'm not going to blame anyone but my big fat stupid self, as I stumble around in pain for the next few days...