On Saturday Vinnie and I took part in a sponsored ride in the very beautiful Wyre Forest.
I packed his jumping saddle – I had been told there would be fences – but in the event there was nothing to jump, the ground being too wet and the fences wisely withdrawn.
Not having fences to jump was one downside.
Spending *hours* in my specially shortened (to jumping length) stirrup leathers was another downside.
The ride was advertised as 10 miles.
Bollocks!
Much, much closer to 18 and possibly even 19 miles.
So my calves are still protesting a little – but much, much less than they were screaming at me on Sunday.
Spending three hours with my knees bent so far upwards that my heels were closer to my bum is one thing – spending three hours in that position on a moving horse is something completely different!
So in the words of the prophet, I am still slightly…
Stiff.
B.