I met my trainer at the barn where my first instructor boards today because she did a trail ride with some Viennese people and stayed the night there,
so I asked them if I could help and I drove to get some pizza with my trainer and then we sat on a bench I spent hours on as a child and in the grass under an old willow,
beside some peacefully munching horses, two bunnies and a cat, watching the swallows and ravens and hawks and kites hunt in the nearing sunset.
It was super kitschy and brought back some steamy memories. I even got to pet the horse I actually first learned how to ride on. He’s nearing 26 and still going strong.
Then I drove into the valley to take care of Attila and the horses my trainer left at her barn, and when I returned and the sun had just set,
my trainer and I went to check out some paths for tomorrow.
I said: “Oh yes, let’s go on a romantic walk through the woods!” Jokingly, of course.
But my trainer found some daisies and said how nice they looked, so I secretly picked some, made a little flower crown while walking and placed it on her head.
That was the third best laugh of the day. [The first two had been when we had treated a mare as a stallion for hours until I actually checked and realised that chunky horse was female.
And then when we were trying to build a tent and cracked one of the sticks which hold it up apart with a loud bang. Oops.]
So we ended up marching through the woods and a field, with flower crowns and her dog,
and then we stood there for the longest time thinking about possible paths and admiring the reddish violet mountainscape around us.
We are the weirdest of friends tbh.
Like, everytime one of us needs literally anything, we’ll give an arm and a leg to get shit done, and then we spend the longest time just exploring the mountains together,
usually on horseback but sometimes per foot.
I mean we 100% bonded over horses, but now we’re just really good friends who vent over the most idiotic things and are over-supportive, soo…