I settle into my new Wintec saddle and guide my pony to a halt. We’ve already trotted in circles and figure eights for enough time in the little yard for Trixie to cough, snort, wheeze and fart her displeasure. TrixieRead more…
In the saddle
I became one of those horsey kids when I was 11. I remember it clearly, because it happened like some kind of religious awakening. One minute I was eating a Le Snack and idly watching ABC after school, the nextRead more…