Today was the kind of day for which there are no words.
We set off from Stanford River Lodge, a lovely spot for a repeat visit and rode for almost two hours towards the beach.
A different road today took us along a dirt farm road, past beautifully groomed homes, guest houses and boutique wineries- almost all foreign owned.
I thought I had been transported to London when in the distance I saw a bright red, very bright red body, a black, very black, large, very large hat. It was not a palace guard but a cheerful lady waiting for a bus.
That bus came, towards us on this narrow sand road. We pulled up and out of the way as he rumbled past and thanked us by hooting!!!!
Clearly he doesn’t ride😉
Luke was having none of this greeting business and bolted into the bush.
I was not on my phone, I was holding the reins, we both survived and continued in silence.
I don’t believe we said more than 10 words all day. Each of us absorbed in the uniqueness of the day and place.
We walked and trotted, feeling our bodies, feeling the heat, listening to the creaks of the saddle and the horse sounds.
The birds and butterflies floated around us, the mountains loomed to our right and we turned off the road into the ‘bosveld’ (bush)
A different type of riding as we picked our way over logs, round bushes between trees
Trying to get to the dunes without asking our animals to climb an Everest of sand!
We only asked them to climb one half the size- still a challenge for my weary body and doubtless for Luke. And again navigated our way through dune after dune.
White hot sand, sinking hooves, air like a hot blanket, we moved forward, up, down,up and there it was.
The roar of the ocean, so loud we could not have spoken to one another even if we had wanted to.
The breeze from the sea was like a draught of Guinness after a hard days work. It smelt wonderful, felt wonderful and tasted to our parched throats, wonderful .
And there it was.
An hour of perfection.
A beach, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Low tide, gentle waves, mussels scattered all over the beach, gulls hovering, a seal playing in the waves.
Two fisherman in 15km of beach.
There are no words to describe the feeling of walking, cantering, galloping, cantering, walking, galloping in the shallows.
The exhilaration of the vastness, the miracle of oneness with the massive body beneath me, the security of being able to look around at the same time – relishing the speed, the rhythmic sounds of us each galloping at our own pace and in our own worlds. The waves at our feet, the wind in our faces, the salt on our legs and arms.
Truely today I Lived.
And I am grateful.
My body is tired.
Who said your bottom would be sore😂😂😂. Mine is fine and even my thighs managed to survive (not known as thunder thighs for nothing 😜).
No one said the small of my back and my torso and those other parts I didn’t know exist would ache and grow voices of their own.
(Did I mention we have riden 80km in 3 days 😳)
A shower (no bath here😢), cup of tea and a glorious hours walk with two dogs, a cat and my lovely Julia ends a day I feel few are privileged to enjoy.
I am grateful
3 thoughts on “Today I Lived ”
How will you ever settle back into suburbia Lee 💕
Don’t – I know. But still love home xo
Beautifully written, Lee – glad you’re enjoying it all!