A Moment.

It’s been a mixed bag of weather, plus I haven’t felt too good. It seems age has caught up with me, and after two heart attacks in three years, I do feel weak at times. It’s a short term event, maybe a few days, but very tiring and debilitating. This is where my horses rescue me from indulging in my own self pity, such as it is, it’s more an anger at getting old. Sort of “Rage against the Machine” moment.

Casey and Toby.

These two are my youngsters, just love ’em!

All three together, Gracie in the middle, the senior mare. She keeps them all in line, and me to be honest!

Yorkshire Dales Ride 2022.

The four of us, me and three ladies, set forth in a five day ride around some if the Yorkshire Dales. I took my young horse Toby, for experience and fittening.

One of the many Bridle Gates.

The weather was a mixed bag, but that’s the UK for you!…. Anyway it turned out to be a great trip, good company and good horses. Riding from Over Silton, we ride a circular route, returning after five days. In-between we encountered Pigs, Cattle and heavy trucks. Even a Postman!

He needed directions!.We were the visitors!!

We stayed at bed and breakfast places, farms and Pubs!..All in the name of exploring!

Feversham Arm’s at Church Houses.

Fabulous trip.

“You can see our house from here!”

Langstrath Valley, Lake District UK

To go,or not to go, that is the question. In fact he did. It took gentle persuasion and patience. It was, as you can see a wet day, our route was through some really magnificent country, pity we didn’t see most of it. I was riding my old sure footed mare Gracie aka TOGG. The weather broke around midday, to reveal blue sky and sunshine.

Mountain Rescue Box.

This was our short break at Styhead Pass, having just lost a shoe. It was me walking from here to Seathwaite and the end. I didn’t mind, but I was more concerned for the horse, as you can see, it was pretty rough.

The Days End.

Coming down Seathwaite Valley, beautiful sunshine. An amazing route,we intend to do it again.

Riding The High Country

It was a 4am start, on a beautiful weekday morning. The sun was rising fast and the clouds were rolling in from the West, the threat of rain was becoming ominous.

Ridge Riding.

Clear thoughts, in clear air, nothing better than a fine horse in good country.

Just Chatting.

Lake Ullswater in the right corner, just glimpsed as the clouds brought an end to a grand morning.


Phones Bridge, Scottish Highlands. On General Wade’s Road through Badenoch .

We did a long ride, taking in some of Scotland’s most wonderful scenery. A wild windswept, but not barren land. From Inverness, across to Newtonmore, via Dalwhinnie. Just a few days, one or two beers, and a few buckets of Oats. Our bond has been one of agreement and discord, agreeing to disagree, or basically just rubbing along. Never have we become strangers in our own company. Always the bond.