The Estancia La Margarita |
The boys were loving it and always want to go faster, it reminded me of when we went skiing together, its all about speed for them. You could see even that although the horses were just walking, the boys were trying to get their horse to walk a little faster than the others. Frankie in particular looked tiny astride his brown horse. We had already asked to ensure that we all had riding hats as people out here prefer the free-flowing “wind in your hair” approach. Fine if you are an expert I suppose, but I remember seeing the chunk that broke off my father’s helmet when he fell while rollerblading last year, (let’s just say he probably wouldn’t have got straight back up again if he hadn’t been wearing it).
Louis and Frankie vying for position |
A sunny day in the limitless countryside |
For a while after that I felt like somebody at Sothebys trying NOT to buy anything, with an over-zealous auctioneer reacting to the slightest twitch. I didn’t want to give Diabla any signals to take off again. However whenever we went through a gate to an open field, she was off, each time I let her go a little further before slowing her down. It did feel really amazing, and I tried to follow the advice of sitting back in the saddle and squeezing a little more with your knees. I had to admit I was starting to really enjoy this, even though I felt completely unskilled for the experience, and like I could topple off the side at any moment, wondering whether it was a good idea to have my trainers jammed into the stirrups after all.
Boys concentrating hard in their lesson |
Frankie under instruction from gaucho Brian |
Louis meanwhile was getting on very well with Antoine, and we were truly amazed when the two of them came back along the dusty road at speed, Louis looking very natural and happy. He doesn't always seem so bothered about sports involving a ball, but is good where balance is involved.
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