Today we went horse riding…

My husband’s three children are staying with us for half–term and as a birthday treat we all went for an hour long gentle ride on the edge of the moor.

I last sat astride a horse approximately seven years ago - but riding a horse is like riding a bike isn’t it?! …. Yeah! … Except bikes don’t stop dead to pee, or refuse to walk through puddles – preferring instead to drag you under low lying fir trees and knock your specs flying.

And bikes don’t toss the handle bars/reins contemptuously out of your grasp in order to eat every passing bush either.

It was very relaxing though - once I got used to the initial discomfort of the second-hand, sweaty, cold Nazi styled helmet.

And the children loved it!