Well she is 5 years old and ready for anything. Including her first riding lesson.
So one frosty foggy Sunday morning we set off. We had to drop the brother at Rugby first then it was a half hour of sheer horsing around.
The hat and body protector went one first - something we never wore, well not the body protector, but definatley a hat sometimes...
We got introduced and found out his name is Frankie, blues eyes and grey hair. He was brilliant even if she still looks at me for a prompt as to what his name is. She was a little unsure to begin with but once she was asked to stick her arms out and keep her balance then she had to concentrate and beamed when the realisation sunk in.
I think we will be back.