A short intermezzo: Yesterday evening, while we were on a nice ride, and had just started for a trot, which the Tarq interpreted as an invitation to canter, mr. Fobic Anxiety, spotted a white water container, and lost his mental equilibrium.
he jumped in the sky, took off, decided to do the ”magic-stop”, followed immediately by the ”nano-second-turn”, and by that time I was hanging around his neck, so when he went for the next nano-second-turn, it was my downfall.
I hurt my leg, wrist and my chin is swollen and I have an abrasion and no Idea why, because I landed on my back, hurting my back (only muscles) and hit my head pretty hard. Luckily I was wearing my helmet.
I’m só responsible these days.
Tarq is definitely not what the Americans call: ”Husband-proof”
Jan made this photo, but not when I was suffering; we re-enacted it later, when I had recovered a bit.
Oh, and notice how Tarq stopped the moment I left his back, and started eating! I’m not sure whether to be pleased that he stops the moment ‘Aafke has left the saddle’, or be insulted because he immediately starts eating while I am down and suffering!
You can see the saddle is a bit out of kilter, because I hung on the side trying to safe my life.
We had a pretty nice ride, I was suffering in silence, we saw many roe-deer, and had a weird experience. By the way, it is cold again: 15” Celcius and raining half the time. Actually pretty normal for the Netherlands. Anyway, we heard a strange sound as we were riding: and we looked to the left and we actually saw and heard the rain coming towards us! Usually it just starts raining.
Me and Tarq, and M. and Billy