I was driving home today thinking about Valor and I. Specifically the time I got to yours. About eighteen months ago. We were chatting as I was saddling. You were holding the lead while I did up the girth. I could see it in his eye. The way he stood frozen. But I did itContinue reading “Dear Kathryn, (and other readers),”
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Muscle Memory
Some situations take our breathe away. I’m not sure who was more breathless. Myself, or the brumby. Generally speaking, I avoid tests at all costs. But what if the girth wasn’t actually the test? What if the real test was found in the much smaller moments? Well before the girth was done up. The presenceContinue reading “Muscle Memory”
Mel Teunis 