I am wondering if the last week's lesson acomplishments are just too trivial to report. But then I reflect on the week and am briming with enthusiasm and want to record for posterity. Last Saturday. Lindsey and I were taking a lesson together. No one else present, no one else to corroborate the story. So you just have to beleive me. Nice flat work, bending, impulsion, great foundation. Then a few low fences. Then Hugh saunters over to the brush box and raises the back pole up 4 holes on each side. What? Who did he think was in the lesson? Pippa? Connoley and Brenda? We were wondering if he had a transient memory lapse and forgot our chicken-livered limitations. No matter how much Lindsey protested, the directions remained the same, go jump the jumps. Of course Capote and Princess were perfect. I sauntered over to the measuring stick, the arbitor of truth, the myth buster, the deflaiter. But wait, 3'5.5"! That is close enough to 3'6" to not be acused of exagerating too much.
Princess got a well deserved trail ride with Sheila and Maggie on Sunday. Back in the arena, more work at the counter canter, without stirrups, adductor muscles burning up mind you. Today. I really felt like she was jumping out of the frame, staying slow but able to move up to a gapy distance, and stay balanced on the landing side. Bouncy, fluid, cooperative, a blast to ride. I am so lucky!
