A Big Deal
You see, on the whole last semester was a bit of a wash. We had a new instructor lined up and I do like her, but she was absent for quite a few lessons due to illness (she has young children) and we ended up with substitutes of varying quality. As a result, there really wasn't much cohesive training or any particular progress. In fact, I was quite close to deciding that I would quit and look at some other stable (as two of my friends ultimately ended up doing).
But then we came to the last lesson before the summer break. We were going to jump in the paddock and I was a bit nervous about riding Digression; he jumps fine indoors but gets just a bit frisky and he's large enough (aka not a pony or close to it) that it makes me a little jittery. Then one of the other riders didn't show up and Barka, one of the new horses, ended up without a rider.
Barka is a Polish import, eight years old, and I had been eyeing her since she arrived since she's probably just an inch or two from being a pony and with that sort of nice, square build that I like. We think there's some Spanish blood in her, she's got a nice back-end, a curly mane and a pretty high-stepping action.
So, despite never having ridden her, I asked if I could jump her in the paddock instead of Digression. I got the okay and I was determined to make this work.
It did work. Superbly, in fact. She was a little fidgety, but not tense. I could feel I was sitting into her rather than on top of her. She also turned out to be incredibly sensitive and a very honest jumper; we wobbled a bit coming into some jumps and she went over them anyway. She clearly hasn't jumped much before since the first time she jumped at the stables, she jumped about twice as high as she had to. It wasn't as extreme this time, but she's clearly still learning. I was in heaven, pretty much.
Fast forward to this Tuesday, when I showed up for the first lesson this semester. I had been assigned Mynta, the very stubborn Fjordhorse, but once again Barka ended up without a rider. I asked again, could I change? Yes, I could. Then, the other news; we were going to be riding on a nearby field. Not out on a trek, but still, we'd have to trek along the road to get there. My nerves set in again, but I didn't want to miss the chance to ride Barka again.
So, I decided to give it a go. She was very calm riding to the field, but once there she suddenly found a lot of energy and people with cameras and people running past on the road became reasons to jump this way and that.
But I didn't give up. In fact, I had a thoroughly enjoyable lesson, not a sick-to-the-stomach-with-nerves lesson. Some of it was the fact that the grass was quite tall and seemed soft -- I figured a fall wouldn't be that bad -- but I also felt that she really listened to me. Yes, she'd jump away from this and yes, she'd canter instead of trot, but she has a wonderful mouth and she really listens when you ask her to come back. I felt as if I could handle her.
I don't think I want to trek out on her just yet, but other than that, I feel absolutely great about how much I've dared to do on her already. Sadly, she's very unlike Murphy in one way; she's a very popular horse at the stables. I still miss my grumpy and misunderstood Irish boy very much, but even if Barka doesn't need any extra help to be happy at the stables, she's quite irresistible.