Well, I made this blog for a reason, to review our progress which means writing about the bad days, not just the good and Wednesday was definitely one of those. I could have written about it on the day, but coming back a few days later without a few of the additional stressers I had going on in my non equine life I feel like I'm able to reflect on things a little better and write a blog that will actually be helpful not just an angry post in the heat of the moment.

Originally he was meant to be having the phsyio at 12 but this got moved a week back again, so I headed up the yard nice and early with the (probably in hindsight far too ambitious) plans to head off on a nice morning hack. He was ever so good to tack up and groom, I just let him loose in the stable and we were fly sprayed and everything without any fuss! This is a major achievement considering a couple of years ago I couldn't even hold him whilst having a spray bottle in my hand. He stood lovely to be mounted and then off we went. To be honest, the first, what 20 minutes he was perfect, he left the yard without any arguments which is still a big improvement from this time last week and hacked half way to the local village as quiet as can be despite it being quite windy and wet on the roads. However he then decided that he'd done quite enough for one day and the tantrums began, bucking, rearing, spinning and trying to bolt the lot. So, I got off and rather than admitting defeat like I usually have to do, I frog marched him to the field 10 minutes down the road.

I got back on once we were in the field, where he could spit his dummy out to his hearts content without getting in the way of traffic. He tried it on again when asking him to go past a certain point so I decided that we were going to have to learn things the hard way. I made him canter round (in all fairness he did some lovely canter work I'll give him that) for a good 15/20 minutes until he was knackered and strangely enough he hacked the rest of the way home as quiet as a lamb so I think it did the trick. I did have to get off him at one other point but in all fairness to him he was genuinely scared that time of a large lorry but that I don't mind; with him not doing a lot of hacking, things like that are going to happen until he gets out and about and sees more. He did let me get straight back on after though and wasn't stressed out so I guess in hindsight it could have gone a lot worse. Yes it wasn't the best hack I've ever had but we've definitely done worse and it's definitely an improvement over our attempts from last month.

I then came a cropper in the stable when some scissors offended him and unfortunately I was on the firing end of some very upset hooves; cheers for all the bruises and the swollen knee Jack! I rode him again in the afternoon, which, again, started off really well, I worked on getting him to settle down and canter nicely around jumps as he gets quite excited and worked up and he was really starting to school nicely... until my dad popped down to the school to say hello and then went back up to the yard. Cue 5 minutes of rearing vertical and being just a general arsehole. I got off him, walked him away from the offending gate and then literally just sat on him for 5 minutes before taking him back to the stables because it had just got to the point when he'd pressed far too many of my buttons and I was too worked up and, I'll admit, a bit nervous to do any more so I decided that we would make friends and then call it a day.

All in all, Wednesday was really not our finest hour, but then again, somehow not our worst.
Beth & Jack x



















