Yesterday Dover (my horse) and I went on a little adventure. Instead of our usual round the block followed by a crazy gallop across the moors, we decided to do something a little bit different and a little bit more adventurous...
|Getting ready to go|
|Dover looking more interested in his hay bin|
It was a hot sunny day, lots of flies buzzing around and to be honest, Dover and I were getting a bit bored with our usual stomping ground. We decided to head down the valley towards the river. The path down the valley, which leads off the moors is incredibly steep and for a big boy like my Dover (18hands is the same as 183cm) it was bit of a struggle. It's lined with gnarled trees, ferns and big granite outcrops. Unfortunately, some bright spark had cemented the entire bridleway so we slowly made our decent for fear of slipping the entire way down.
|The view from the top of the valley|
We took the impossible bridge. Nah, we went left. This was all new to us, so we we didn't trot off into the sunshine but we strolled along admiring the beautiful scenery, the trees, the rocky outcrops and the British wildlife. The muddy track emerged out onto a concreted road. At one point I was concerned that we had stumbled onto someone's driveway or private road having lost the bridleway at the riverbank. Nevertheless, we kept going on up the side of the valley.
|la la la riding on the moors la la la look at Dover's ears|