I am used to travelling alone and often find myself ‘the odd one out’ in a group. But never more so than when I joined a group of horse riders in Portugal.
The group had been riding together for several months and were
winding down towards the end of their epic adventure.
I had just arrived, all enthusiastic and
wound up at the beginning of my epic adventure.
They had long ago worked out where they ‘fitted’ in the group and their conversation flowed quickly and with a familiarity that left me ‘out on a limb’ for the entire evening.
That first dinner I felt like I was on one of the wobbly things you use in the gym.Something designed to keep you on your toes; fully engaged and concentrating and wriggling this way and that to keep your balance!!!
But ‘find my balance’ I did,
And the first morning of riding was filled with sunshine, smiles and a natural order….. me at the back, comfortable on my horse, Epico, by name,
following the straight backs and confident body language of the riders in front.
Now I know I don’t know much about much,
but this time I had done my homework.
I knew I was riding a Lusitano,
whose ancestors were found on the Iberian peninsula as long ago as 25 000BC.
Not that my Epico was that old you understand,
but his father’s father’s father etc….. was there once.
In fact, apparently this is his father,
which is hard to believe when you realise
that This is Epico. (on a good day)
But I digress (again).
Lusinatos and Andalusians were only recognised as separate lines in 1960. Apparently the Andalusian has a straighter head profile and carriage and used for dressage and the Lusitano a rounder head and stronger athletic body for herding cattle and those bulls.
I also knew that the Iberian Peninsula was where Portugal ‘found’ itself, and the use of the word Iberian dates back to 500BC!!!
It is the second largest European peninsula (after the Scandinavian peninsula) with indications of habitation more than 1.2 million years ago.
The truth is the history of the Lusitano and the Iberian Peninsula is actually quite interesting, but something tells me it would bore you, so I shall remain interested without sharing 🙂 🙂 🙂
What I Will share, though is that I was on an ‘exploratory ride’ which meant we had a vague idea of what lay ahead, but only a vague one.
Which suited me.
I was on a 5 day trail in the Costa Azul (blue coast) of Portugal,
with our guides, Miguel, Dennis and Vladimir
and waiting to see what unfolded.
We had amazing weather considering it was mid November.
We had wonderful riding, through villages where the horses hooves clanked on the roads, conjuring up memories of bygone days in books of those times.
And where Epico lurched and lunged when a bus or truck came rumbling past –
I was too busy staying on to see what vehicle it was 🙂
But I certainly learnt to hang on tight, breathe and expect the unexpected!
And what an unexpected morning it was.
A lost shoe meant a halt for running repairs. Well actually not running at all, it was standing repairs so that we could go running later 🙂
Our days were spent riding through stunning cork forests
And the most wonderful lunches, outdoors, with smiles, drinks and such fresh salads
(well mixed in Miguel’s big tub 🙂 )
Cork is ‘harvested’ manually and the art of this is not to damage the tree.
This is how it is done. – Each tree is debarked every 10 years
(Portugal uses cork in so many fascinating ways, shoes, bags, hats – really beautifully made. )
We had stunning canters, and a wonderful day on the beach.
Full of adventure – the photos will ‘speak’ for themselves.
Which inevitably meant we just had to canter and race and have So much fun.
Until, one of the waves washed up some green netting just in front of my Epico.
Dear strong and brave friend that he is,
he needed to save me from this monster
and so swerved (suddenly) away, without warning, and left me behind!!!!
But it wasn’t all riding, there was laughter, drinks and a wonderful day out on the bay with the dolphins.
and the black pigs.
A fun day out looking for, finding and watching the Bottlenose Dolphins in Setubal.
These are totally ‘wild’ and seem to be very happy playing around our boat for hours.
And suddenly it was all over.
I didn’t feel like I was trying to find my balance anymore..
I had found it.
But then again perhaps not
since I clearly lost it on the beach –
with a fractured wrist as a reminder.
I had made some new friends, knew where I ‘fitted in’ and was no longer out on a limb
(although I had a limb which was ‘out of order’ :-))
and was looking forward to our next exploratory ride in Morocco.
Photos thanks to ‘the team’