Sometimes, I shake myself and think, "Here you are in Provençe, riding your horse through lavender fields and oak woods in the sunshine - do you know just how lucky you are, woman?"
Today was one of those days. I had already decided to give Aero a day off, which turned out to be a really good idea because he had done a "Flurry's Beauty Salon" type mud-coating job.
lmel!) and told him he was having a day off, and I took Flurry down to the stables to tack him up. He wasn't a whole lot cleaner than Aero...
We had started the hack riding through the lavender field and the woods where he had been spooky last Sunday, but he was perfectly behaved this time. It was while we were strolling through the lavender that I found myself grinning like a Cheshire cat and thinking just how lucky I am to be here, with a super-sensible horse like Flurry, on whom I can just relax and enjoy the scenery.
Just as we approached the gate of the farm, I heard a loud roar and two French Air Force jets flew overhead, skimming the hilltop - not an unusual occurrence. They were only a couple of hundred metres away from us, though, but my bomb-proof horse didn't bat an eyelid, and once again I thought, what a sensible horse I have - until we went into the farm and he spooked dramatically at the heap of gravel inside the gate.
Horses, eh. They'll always bring you down to earth.