Pony riding

Today turned out unexpectedly fine, so the pony riding I'd enquired about was possible. The riding school seemed to be out in the wilds of Belrose, and we had to drive across a flooded road to get there, which all added to the experience.

The pony's name was Ziggy, and he was much larger than the fairground ride ponies Louka's ridden before. She was a bit nervous at first.


But soon she was waving happily.


She learned to lean back to go downhill and forward to go up.


And to sit nice and straight on the level ground.


Next time, she wants mum to ride too.