Saddle and stirrups

There were many good things about growing up in Tasmania. One of them was horse riding.

We’d travel 30 minutes from Hobart and would be in the country. And for about an hour or two we’d be out in the fresh air, learning how to ride. I think I was in grade four or five.

We stopped after a bit. I don’t know why.

I remember having a lot of fun. They’re beautiful animals.

Dad must have taken this photo. Mum never liked being behind the camera.

The memory is for Becky’s January #SquareUp

17 thoughts on “Saddle and stirrups

      1. I loved horses at that same age. I went to a community horse camp and liked it very much. There was an old hand who led us on a trail ride. I remember he said, “you think you’re thirsty, imagine how your horse feels.” That really stuck with me.

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      1. I left after I finished University there. So my early/mid-twenties. I was only going to go to the mainland for a few years and return. But things didn’t work out that way.


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