The long flowing mane drifted behind him as he cantered to the pure white fence. The thundering sound of his hoofs beating the ground, echoed through my ears, clear and loud. As he reached my side he sniffed me wanting treats. I handed him a bright red apple which he took and ate with two huge bites. Slobbery apple juice dripped down his side.
HORSES
I walked into the arena with confidence on my horse Paul. At the corner we picked up a canter. The wind was blowing into my braids which we’re flying back behind me. As soon as we rounded the corner a 3ft jump was ahead of us. I counted his strides evenly making sure he didn’t speed up or slow down. When we got to the jump Paul tucked his knees and leapt through the air.