One nice thing about writing is that I can get to ride with whom I wish - in my imagination. It's good that way - as much adventure as I like, a desirable outcome and a safe return. For my horse and I anyway. After some perseverance of course.
As for real group rides I have to dig back in my archive to find photos of me with anyone else. As usual I have the hairiest horse with the most mud in her mane. That seems like our fate. At least on our own there are no smart horses to be compared against.
Accompanied or not, after a day crouched over a computer preparing reports and briefing papers I shall be glad to get out. After a day when I didn't even step outside in the light.....not even at lunchtime. Call it indiscipline, maybe, however there was that much to do.
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