Today. Sunday, things are traditionally very quiet at Riverside. Most other barns are closed down and we have all the arenas between which to choose. We chose Meredith's, right across the way. The three of us, Lindsey, Lisa and myself on Capote, Samson and Princess respectively had a long flat lesson fine tuning frame, bend, submission, and trotting through the swarms of wasps with nary an ear twitch. Then some low jumps. Then the subtle and seemingly accidentally slipped in direction came from Hugh, "Jump the 6, keep cantering, jump into the trees over that coop and out of the trees over this one."
Coops. Solids fences with a cross section of a triangle, solid face of boards on either side. They were at the edge of the normal area. Meredith's space has an extra appendage off one side, with scattered trees, a few paths through them, and these darn big coops. Samson was perfect, big bold strides, jumped the two like nobody's business. Them came Lindsey, also a perfect pair, and Capote soared. Last were Princess and myself. She did not suck back, jumped over the first coop, with a gentle drop off the far side, galloped through the trees with aplomb, and jumped the exit coop clean and careful. What a blast. The three bays walked home swishing their tails with a je ne sais quoi that was as close to cocky as I have seen them. What fun!
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