……. does not mean no riding.
On the contrary there has been plenty of riding.
What it Does means is that finally,
there are no words
(or to perhaps, very few words)
that can describe this new world I have discovered.
Having met the love of my life on my first ride to Tasmania
I could not resist riding with him again.
In the Barossa, South Australia
wherever I could.
Getting the idea about heaps of riding
How could I resist my amazing young steed, willing and crazy and everything that kept me on my toes and in love.
Him, coupled with Jen & Jeremy, Australian Horse Adventures http://www.australianhorseadventures
was a temptation too great to resist.
So why, you ask, no blog?
The answer dear friends is simple.
When the opportunity came to ride my
valiant steed and catch up with Jen and Jeremy –
I jumped at it.
Well, I jumped on a plane, to be precise
(pre covid you understand)
The flight now that I think of it, was not without incident.
I was ‘apprehended’ – no other word for it by about 12 burly uniformed,
very armed and not just with dogs,
police of some sort.
They appeared to be waiting for me and showed no interest in any other passenger;
I was marched off into a very small room –
another blog perhaps….
Suffice to say, I was, finally released,
my reputation somewhat intact
my luggage most certainly not.
I found myself standing at the Devonport aerodrome –
waiting to go to Stanley, for the adventure of a lifetime.
Stanley is a lovely town, dominated by a volcanic plug of rock, The Nut.
The so called Nut is a remarkable structure
and some of us walked up every morning.
It became a ritual salute to the rising sun.
Perhaps that’s why we have had such good weather on each ride.
(Yes, I have been there twice. That’s how great it is)
Highfield House sits proudly looking down onto Stanley.
A relic from a determined Van Diemen’s Land Company’s attempt to
tame a land that refused to be tamed.
It’s story is bold and tragic.
We were, as usual, spoilt in terms of riding. The horses are amazing; Jen & Jeremy superb horseman who help, encourage and educate us all the time.
We were, as usual aching from the laughter,
bulging from the amazing food
and blessed with renewing old friendships
and forming new ones.
And so, instead of words, this time,
I shall try and capture moments through
And so I could continue,
the most Stunning scenery
The most stunning views.
The most stunning adventures.
But I have learnt that my non horsey friends
find every horse photo looks the same
and bore you I do not want to do.
Suffice to say,
Stanley is worth a visit, more than once, and if you
DO happen to ride – you MUST ride there.
Photos gathered from friends -with gratitude.