We spent the weekend in Kerry. Yesterday morning, the kids went pony trekking. Prices were negotiated, kids were placed on horses, there was much hustle and bustle and off we went, up a hill.
I started off walking beside the eldest leading her horse but the horse’s face was right beside my face so that lasted for about 30 feet. I like horses. I love watching them on racecourses and when they win me money. I appreciate how beautiful they are and my eldest child in particular, loves them. I have watched her horse riding loads of times but never this close. So after about 30 feet, I realised it wasnt going to work, there was just a lot of horse face near my face, it was too much. So I took over pushing the buggy and the husband took over with the horse leading and off we set again. The seven and five-year old on their ponies led by a young fella, the husband leading the eldest’s horse and me pushing the buggy. The man who ran the pony trekking told us to stay back as horses aren’t a fan of buggies and smirked as we walked away up the mountain. Continue reading