My Horse Riding Adventure In Wales; A Winter Memory Hub Page Challenge From Jackie Lynnley

Al and Jo On A Riding Holiday In The Welsh Valley

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A Writing Challenge From Writer Jackie Lynnley

This story is in response to the challenge set by Jackie Lynnley inviting hubbers to write and share their Winter and/or Christmas Memories with other hubbers. One particular winter memory came to mind, I hope you enjoy the read.

My Horse Riding Adventure In Wales; A Winter Memory Hub Page Challenge

A redundant November growled, exposing frosty white teeth that bite deep. The sudden sharp drop in temperature ushers in the beginning of the dead season. Winter blew its first frigid breath right across the valley, painting a wonderland as beautiful as it was deadly. The sodden earth drenched by days of torrential downpour now glistened like frosted glass, fallen leaves and autumn berries crunched and crumbled underfoot as every living cell exposed to the harsh environment succumbed to the deadly embrace. The big chill came early that year with a vengeance.

The horses felt the cold seeping deep into their equine bones; the animals knew this was not a day to be out in the hills, at the mercy of the elements. In retrospect, I guess we should have heeded the good common horse sense. Instead, we saddled up and headed for the hills.

The Snow came and visibility Dropped

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Horse Riding Holiday Began With a Barn Dance

The hustle and bustle of the modern world seemed deceptively far removed, as we settled down for another night in what felt like the womb of nature. The moment the old Volvo Estate turned into the valley, the outside world just faded into the distance. The small village of Goytre nestles comfortably in the beautiful valley adjoining Margam Country Park in South Wales. We loved the peace and quiet of the valley; there was always a warm welcome when we arrived. We often plan our visit to coincide with my husband Al's birthday close to bonfire night. When we arrived on this trip, we were pleasantly surprised to find a barn dance in full swing, we joined in the fun, and our horse riding holiday began on a high.

Mynydd Margam Forest

Mynydd is the Welsh word for mountain.
Mynydd is the Welsh word for mountain. | Source

The Last Ride

Horse riding in South Wales

The fire had died down, and the room was virtually a walk-in chiller, but I was snug and comfy under the mountain of blankets and the cosy duvet. Lazily, I turned over, the frigid air hit my face, and the warm moist breath mingled with the cold air in the room to form an eerie fog in the early morning light. I shivered, and furiously tucked the wool blanket closer to my body, pulling the old patchwork quilt way up to my chin. “Just one more hour.” I heard myself mumble.

But it was not to be, the empty place beside me told another story, as if to emphasize this fact, the annoying sound of whistling echoed from the small bathroom on the other side of the room. My husband was already up and enjoying his morning ablutions before heading out to the stables to harness the horse he had already chosen for his morning ride into the foothills of Mynydd Margam.

The stables and riding centre was tucked away in a small valley, surrounded by farmland and pine forest. The rustic log cabins were pretty basic, but that was part of the charm of the place.

A few feet from the front door, a cool, clear mountain stream flowed peacefully downhill, trickling between rocks and pebbles meandering on its course into the valley below. With the sound of running water in the ears, the essence of fresh pine in the nostrils and muscles taut and aching from a good day's ride, sleep was never a problem.

After almost a week of riding, I was hoping to take the last morning off, it would be good to simply relax by the fire, my body was still aching from the previous day's ride. I was about to suggest that we enjoy a lie-in, take the dog for a long walk later in the day and gather some of the chestnuts we saw on a previous ride. The large nuts would be delicious roasted in the open wood fire.

However, Al had other ideas; he was so looking forward to this last ride, I hadn't the heart to disappoint him, reluctantly, I accepted the cup of steaming tea he handed me. The warm, sweet liquid found its mark. I was now resigned to the fact that we would be taking our last ride so I may as well relax and enjoy the day. I threw the bedding back and got out of bed, took a t-shirt, underwear, jodhpurs and warm jumper from the cupboard and headed for the bathroom.

The Old Log Cabins Have Been Replaced By New Lodgings

Horses Are Fun To Ride, But They Also Have Bad days As Well As Good

We took a leisurely stroll across the rickety old bridge over the picturesque stream on our way to the stables where we were greeted by the sound of horses protesting in the strongest possible terms.

A loud whinny sound was coming from the stables as the horses screamed “nay...nay...nay, we shall not be moved.” the noise grew louder as we got closer, the rebellion was in full swing.

Humbug and Poppy seemed to be leading the revolt. We were greeted by a lot of feet stomping, and tail swishing as the horses refused to do as they were told. The stable maid was attempting to placate the horses as she brought them out in preparation for the morning ride, but the animals were stubbornly adamant and wouldn't budge, even the usually placid Mr Punch was in no mood to play nice. My husband walked over and offered to assist the young woman, a packet of mints later, the horses appeared to have given up the fight. Obviously, I wasn't the only one looking forward to a lazy day in bed.

The morning did not get much better. A total of ten riders including myself and my husband headed for the hills. Typical of my husband, he chose the largest horse. Mr Punch was about 16 hands, he was a big horse, but when Al found out that the horse was a plodder, he quickly swapped Mr Punch for the more spirited Davy Crockett and decided to jump a fence as we headed out. Of course, he came a cropper.

Thankfully, only his pride appeared to be dented. The group of riders followed the narrow path that took us up into the forest; the horses remained ambivalent. We came to a wide dirt road, and all hell broke loose.

One of the horses bolted, and the others followed. My husband galloped after the recalcitrant beast and its frightened young rider.

As I attempted to bring my horse Maxwell under control, I noticed that except for the owner of the centre's nine-year-old son, Dai, who was also struggling to control his animal, all the other riders were now gone.

Maxwell took off at a gallop, following in the wake of the faster horses. Young Dai was approaching at a canter; he was now quite close behind me. I head the thundering hoofs getting closer, and then Dai screamed.

I turned around, just in time to see the boy tumbling to the ground. I shouted to him, to stay where he was and do not move. I attempted to stop Maxwell, but the horse was having none of it. Horses are pack animals; Maxwell was intent on catching up with his mates, and nothing was going to stop him.

We entered a flat section of the trail, just before it turned steeply downhill. I knew I had to get off the horse to check on the young boy. I lifted my right foot from the stirrup and threw my body from the horse. Maxwell cantered off without as much as a backward glance.

I walloped the ground, my butt was a little bruised, I knew I'd be aching like crazy later, but everything seemed intact. I got up and made my way to where Dai lay motionless on the ground.

I checked the young boy, searching carefully for signs of injury until I was satisfied that there were no bones broken. The young boy was a little stunned and dazed but none the worse. We stood up and looked around us, the fog was much thicker, the sleet had turned to huge snowflakes that began to settle on the icy ground, making the trail slippery and treacherous to walk.

I asked the boy if he knew where we were, he wasn't sure but pointed to another track that he thought would take us back to the riding centre. By this time the visibility was pretty poor, we could barely see three or four feet before us.

We walked for about one hour and forty-five minutes when I realised we were going around in a circle. My stomach tightened, I could taste the bile threatening to flood my throat as I balanced precariously on the brink of panic. We were back where we started, and the child was tired and cold, and so began the what ifs.

Dai looked pale, his eyes darted every which way, and then he gazed at me for reassurance. I decided to retrace our steps and try to find the dirt road where the horses first bolted, but it was difficult to see. I decided to rest for a while and collect my thoughts.

In this place, one could almost hear the temperature plummeting as the light begins to fade, like a pair of dormice, we felt the warm blood coursing through our veins slow and steady as the icy weather took its toll and the body grew cold and sluggish. A long forgotten memory surfaced, or maybe it was a voice that warned me that this is the time of the big sleep, if we did not move now, we might never leave this place.

I don't remember how long we sat and rested, but I was cold and wet, and the boy had fallen asleep in my arms. I shook him awake. “Dai, we got to move, the snow is getting heavier, and the light is fading, come on, we must try and get back on the road.” The boy stood up, and we began to walk in the hope of finding the road.

We were hysically and emotionally wasted as we entered an area that looked familiar. I turned to Dai; he gave me a hesitant smile, but I was sure that we were now on the road, better still, we could just see the outline of a farmhouse that we both recognised as the one we passed on the way up the hill. We held each other's hand tightly, and began to laugh; I felt a surge of energy, from where?...I knew not, but we were now walking with renewed vigour and with purpose.

Beyond the curtain of drifting snow came the welcome sound of a vehicle approaching, a beacon of light pierced through the pea soup of sleet and fog, and there it was, a most beautiful sight to behold, as the Land-rover slowly emerged.

We were found, cold, hungry and tired, but well.

We climbed into the vehicle, and I thought, “Thank you God...and now, home James and don't spare the horses.”

But the smile was swiftly wiped from my face, when Alwyn, the driver of the Landrover, co-owner of the riding centre and Dai's dad calmly told us that our horses were waiting a little way down the hill, and we were to get right back in the saddle and ride the monsters home.

I was speechless. “What?...Get back on that beast? Oh no..no..no” But we knew if we did not get back in the saddle then and there, we might never sum up the courage to ride again. We mounted our horses and rode back to the riding centre.

The other riders eventually made their way down the hill, my husband managed to catch up with the first runaway horse and helped the young woman to get her horse under control, together they made their way back. However, as we all sat down with our sandwiches and hot chocolate, retelling each adventure, I noticed a large rip in Al's waterproof Barber, on close inspection, I discovered a long gash in his thigh where a piece of wood had pierced his skin as he fell at that first jump. Due to the rush of adrenaline, Al did not realise that he was hurt, but the wound was shallow and not serious, he got a tetanus shot and was as good as new.

This story is, in fact, true, although we were probably not in as much danger as it seemed at the time. Never-the-less, it was a pretty scary situation and a miracle no one was badly hurt.

This little adventure taught me that I can function under stress. That caring for someone else can stop us worrying about ourselves, and that angels are watching over us.

Thank you for reading my winter memory story, I hope you enjoyed it.

Abused horses were rescued and cared for by a friend in Hertfordshire

A favourite horse, stabled close to our previous home where Al helped with mucking out and exercising every Sunday morning. The horses were rescued by our friend Caroline who deserves some recognition for years of caring for abused horses.
A favourite horse, stabled close to our previous home where Al helped with mucking out and exercising every Sunday morning. The horses were rescued by our friend Caroline who deserves some recognition for years of caring for abused horses. | Source

Visit The New Forest Ponies

There are many riding centers in the New Forest offering rides for beginners and experienced adults and children.
There are many riding centers in the New Forest offering rides for beginners and experienced adults and children. | Source

It was Good to be home in Hertfordshire again

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I would love to own my own horse, but I'll have to make do with my little Jack Russell Terrier as a pet.

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tobusiness 22 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Shyron, I don't get HP anymore, I write a bunch of long hubs for peanuts, yet, I'm penalized every time I publish a poem. My very first contribution to HP was a poem, I stayed because some very generous writers encouraged me to keep writing. And there lies my dilemma. A few days ago I unpublished about half of my work with the intention of posting them on my blog site, after I'd slept on it, I changed my mind, I'd miss everyone and the wonderful support far too much. However, If I were to sum up the courage and abandon ship, I would still visit my friends. Thank you, I would miss you all, but not just yet, I hope. Love you all also, my best always.


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Shyron E Shenko 22 months ago

Jo, please don't even hint at leaving. We all your friends would miss you to much.

We all love you!


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tobusiness 22 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Tillsontitan, yes, animals trust us and never judge us, I can never understand how some people can abuse them. I envy your husband being able to go bareback riding as a child, such freedom! As a teenager, I loved reading Black beauty and longed to ride my own horse, but it wasn't until I met my husband I began to ride. Thank you for taking the time, I'm so glad you enjoy the read, take care and my best to you.


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tobusiness 22 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Shyron, I appreciate you stopping by. The horses clearly though we were nuts, they simply wanted to get back home where it's comfy and warm, only mad humans would go out in such weather for the fun of it. :)

Growing up on a farm must have been an idylic life for a child. The couple who owned the riding center also had a Vietnamese potbelly piglet, a funny looking thing, give me a dog any day. :) Thank you so much for the visit, comment, vote and share, you're very generous. It is friends like you that makes it so damned hard to leave this site. Have a lovely day, my best to you.


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tillsontitan 22 months ago from New York

I love all animals but have settled on dogs most of my life. My father did a lot of horseback riding and my husband rode bareback as a child. I've always wanted to ride a horse but never did.

Now to your wonderful, scary adventure. This was written so well. I'm not a fan of cold weather so this adventure had me chilled to the bone! So glad all turned out well.

Voted up, awesome, and interesting.


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Shyron E Shenko 22 months ago

Jo, I am glad no one was hurt seriously. I am with the horses on this one. no cold winter rides for me, although you country side is so beautiful.

I like most animals, Dogs are first. As a child on a farm we had most everything, I had a baby piglet for a pet when I was very little.

Voted up, UABI and sharing.

Blessings and Hugs


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tobusiness 22 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Kim, I love how these challenges takes us to places within ourselves we would not otherwise go. I hadn't really thought about this lttle incident in years, but once I began to write, it all came flooding back. I agree, horses are pretty special animals, I've known some that were gentle giants, able to sense the vulnerability of the disabled children they carried. I remember one horse that would often place his nose in our pockets in search of mints, if the pockets were empty, he'd make his disappointment evident by head butting us. And yes, there were also the bad tempered run aways, each special in their own way.:) Thank you my friend for reading the story, with comments like this, how can I fail to be motivated. Blessing always.


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ocfireflies 22 months ago from North Carolina

Jo,

I Have been away too long for I am finding all of these magnificent hubs I might have missed. You, my friend, are a gifted writer in so many ways. What an incredible story. I think horses are majestic creatures and have tremendous respect for them...especially after one ran off with me on it. Voted way up and shared. Now, I see another challenge I need to try. So glad all was okay in the end.

Already anxious for Spring,

Kim


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Venkatachari M, you said it just right, exciting and scary, looking back we were very lucky not to have sustained injuries. I've never

Really thought of my action that day as courageous, I guess we all have a strong instinct for self preservation. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, much appreciated. My best to you for 2015.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Suhail, I'm really please you enjoyed the read, riding the horse back was the very last thing either of us wanted to do, but I'm so glad we did. Animals are very perceptive to nature, much more than we give them credit for. The young boy was amazingly calm throughout the whole misadventure, they make them tough in the Welsh valley. Polo looks like a great sport, but much too expensive for the likes of me. :) horses can be a lot of fun, all different in their own special way, I bet you're a pretty good rider. Thank you for taking the time, all the best for 2015.


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Venkatachari M 23 months ago from Hyderabad, India

Wow!!! It's very exciting and scary adventure. You managed it so well with your boldness and courage. Helping and caring for that boy, even in such moments is worthy of you. It is a great experience indeed.

Voted up and awesome.


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Suhail and my dog 23 months ago from Mississauga, ON

What a great adventure, or a misadventure shall I, that was! I admire your courage and ability to keep your senses working. And btw, the decision to ride the horses back to stables was awesome.

Horses do have a keen sense of the dangers lurking ahead. I think their hearing is great. A horse tends to get nervous if he senses presence of a bear or a pack of wolves nearby, but will conveniently ignore farm dogs.

I also love horses and used to be a good horseback rider, even played polo in my hey days, but would like to avoid adventure of this sort that you and Dai had. And come to think of him, hats off to that young boy as well for being so courageous. An average kid would have started crying, or at least whining, for much of the time.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Flourish, lovely to see you! My husband tends to go for the frisky ones also, he is now an expert in coming off. He once landed in a pile of stinging nettles and it wasn't a pretty sight.:) Yes, Caroline is one in a million, she does an amazing job. As a rider I'm sure you'll be aware that caring for horses can be very expensive, I really don't know how she does it. Thank you for stopping by, always a pleasure and a Happy New Year to you.


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FlourishAnyway 23 months ago from USA

Horses do have good and bad days just like us, you're right. I don't go very often but I always seem to get the frisky ones. I enjoyed your story here, Jo, and hats off to that friend of your for her work on behalf of abused horses.


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Nell Rose 23 months ago from England

Happy New Year Jo!


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi ahorseback, I was actually aiming for a touch of lightheartedness here and there, I'm glad you found it. I rode in Portugal and Tunisia, but mostly in the UK, horse riding is a great way to see different countries. I wanted to ride in France and Spain but didn't quite make it. Thank you for reading and commenting, funny and awesome will do nicely. :) I wish you a very Happy New Year.


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ahorseback 23 months ago

Okay , I admit it , I'm the guy that hit the funny button !sorry ...., Well, its kinda funny ......:-] awesome , I love horseback riding , especially in new country !


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Genna, from you, this means a lot. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. Best wishes and a Happy New Year to you and yours.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Nell, I often wonder if he remember our little adventure, he'll be a man now, how time flies.

We were lucky to have a couple of friends with stables, one only a couple of minutes walk from where we lived in St Albans, the other was in a little place called Shenley, still no too far away. I rode for awhile, then my knees gave out, closely followed by my back and so ended my riding days. My husband carried on a bit longer, but he used to do a lot of parachute jumping back in the day, which caused some damage to the small bones in his foot and needed an operation, so he no longer ride, although he still love being around horses. Thank you so much for stopping by, always a pleasure. A very Happy New Year to you.


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Genna East 23 months ago from Massachusetts, USA

What an amazing story, Jo! And you wrote about this so beautifully. I love your style. Voted way up and shared. :-)


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Nell Rose 23 months ago from England

Wow, that was some story and adventure! well done for keeping your head in the cold and snow! I am sure that young boy is forever grateful that you were there to help him! what a memory! do you still ride?


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi dahoglund, I'm so glad you enjoyed the read. Thank you for the generous comment, and for the vote and share, much appreciated. I'd like to take this opportunity to wish you a Very Happy New Year.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Peggy, lovely to see you, thanks for taking the time to read about my little adventure and for the terrific comment. We were all very lucky to escaped relatively unscathed from the ride on that day. I'm glad you enjoyed the read.

Pets add so much to our lives, bless them.

A Happy New Year to you and yours.


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dahoglund 23 months ago from Wisconsin Rapids

A very good and descriptive bit of writing. You are very good at using words that make the reader feel things. I have not had much to do with horses but I have been in some situations in snow and cold that makes it easy to appreciate your adventure. up votes and sharing.


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Peggy W 23 months ago from Houston, Texas

What an exciting tale you got to share with us and I am glad that it ended well. Your descriptions of the "big chill" were so apt. I well remember those bone chilling days in Wisconsin. Actually it is cold in Houston today...in the 40's, but with the rain and humidity...that is cold for here.

I voted dog but we now have a dog and 2 cats. We love each and every one of them!

Good story! Happy to share! Enjoyed your photos as well.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi aesta, Yes, it was quite a ride, but it ended well. You are so right, we don't really get to know what we are capable of until we're tested, but I wouldn't wish to be tested too often.:) Thank you for taking the time to read my story, and for commenting, much appreciated. Take care and a Happy New Year to you.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Phyllis, so nice to see you. I think in such situations, the realisation hits home later. Maybe I would have given in to panic if I'd allowed myself to dwell on our situation for too long. I'm glad you found the story interesting, thank you for reading and for the great comment. I love dogs also, we have a crazy little Jack Russell, he keeps us on our toes. :) Happy New Year to you and your family.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Vellur, Yes, we were lucky, we all came home in one piece, it wasn't easy getting back in the saddle, but I'm glad I did. Thank you for taking a look, much appreciated, I'm glad you enjoyed the read. Happy New Year to You.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

MsDora, I hope you had a wonderful Caribbean Christmas. Yes, this little adventure certainly tested my mettle, it taught me something about myself. Over time, I've learned to see the positive things in what may seem to be a purely negative situation. Thank you so much for reading and commenting, it's always good to see you. Take care, Happy New Year to you.


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aesta1 23 months ago from Ontario, Canada

What a ride that was. It is often in situations such as these that the spirit in us comes out and shows us how strong we can be. Thanks for sharing.


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Phyllis Doyle 23 months ago from High desert of Nevada.

My gosh, Jo, what a frightening experience on that last horse ride. It sure seems that the horses knew from the beginning that it was not a good day for a ride. It is good no one was badly hurt. Your story is very interesting and very well-written. Your descriptions of the land and the harsh winter rolling in really creates a visual experience.

I voted for dog as my best pet, because my pet is a darling little Pom.

Voted Up and across plus shared on your hub.


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Vellur 23 months ago from Dubai

Glad everything turned out okay. It must have been real scary on the trail and the best back is you rode back on the horse again. Great write and enjoyed reading.


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MsDora 23 months ago from The Caribbean

Jo, whether or not you plan an adventure, there's always something to gain. After all the excitement and scare and courage, you learned something about yourself and your story is well told. Good job!


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi travmaj, thank you for taking the time to read my winter memory. I don't think we fully appreciated the enormity of the situation until we all sat down later and recounted each individual experience and realised how lucky we were. Caroline is one of those special people who puts us mere mortals to shame, she invests a lot of time , not to mention money, into caring for abused horses. I haven't seen her recently, but when I do I'll pass on your message. A Happy New Year to you.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Elsie, thank you so much for reading my winter memory, much appreciated. Yes, we were very lucky that day. I was surprised to find that all the horses that threw their riders went back to the stables. We were probably foolish going out in such bad weather but the animals certainly knew better, we should have heeded the warning. And A Happy New Year to you also.


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Elsie Hagley 23 months ago from New Zealand

Beautiful winter memory, as I was reading it I felt as thought I was riding on the path in your horses hoof prints. You were all very lucky, so happy at the end to find that all of you survived. It's amazing what the body can do when there's a real problem. Thanks for sharing, we are all horse lovers and I think they have much more knowledge of the weather than we do.

Happy New Year to you.


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travmaj 23 months ago from australia

A winter memory you'll never forget. I felt I was with you all the way, felt the cold, the horses becoming agitated, your dilemma and the final ride back home, glad you re mounted. An interesting and compelling read. Love horses, we've had several over the years (daughter) Also know the New Forest well. Sending best wishes to Caroline, the care of abused horses seems so worthwhile although I can imagine the work involved. Feel sad just thinking about these beautiful animals being abused.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Blossom, so nice to see you, I hope you had a lovely Christmas. Yes, the story is based on real events that happened some years ago. For a while back there it was pretty surreal but thank God, it ended well for all of us. Thank you for taking the time to read my winter memory, best wishes to you and a very Happy New year.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Alicia, I haven't thought about this incident in years, but the memories came flooding back as I began to write. We had some wonderful holidays in Wales and although my riding days are well behind me, it would be lovely to go back. Always a pleasure to see you, thanks for taking the time to read this, much appreciated. Happy New Year to you and yours.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

tirelesstraveler, I'm so please you enjoyed the story of my little winter adventure, if we did not find our way out when we did, I'm not sure that I could have kept my nerves. I'm glad I didn't have to find out.

Thank you for stopping by, best wishes and a very Happy New Year to you.


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BlossomSB 23 months ago from Victoria, Australia

Loved your winter memory, especially as it was based on a true story. Thank you for sharing.


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AliciaC 23 months ago from British Columbia, Canada

This is an exciting and scary story, Jo! I'm glad it had a happy ending. Thanks for describing your adventure in such an interesting hub.


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tirelesstraveler 23 months ago from California

Wow! Lovely story. Glad you kept your head and stayed calm.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Jackie, oddly, I haven't told this story to many people, I suppose I was simply relieved that we were all safe and sound and in the greater scheme of things our little adventure was quiet insignificant, as the song goes, 'it was just another winter's tale.' However, writing it all down brought back some great memories, so thank you for this challenge and a Happy New Year to you and yours.


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Jackie Lynnley 23 months ago from The Beautiful South

This was a very exciting winter memory and one that you would want to share many times I would think. It certainly is very unusual! I can't imagine anything worse than being lost unless it is being lost in a snowstorm!

Up and sharing and thank you so much for writing a memory for the challenge!

Will add you to the list...it is starting to grow!


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Theresa, did I tell you Theresa was also my mother's name? Only the very best ;)

I haven't thought about this particular little adventure in a long time. I read Jackie's challenge and couldn't think of a special winter memory but then my husband mentioned how nice it would be to spend Christmas in the Welsh Valley, he did a search and found that the riding centre was now an Outdoor adventure centre, no longer the quiet little family-owned hideaway it once was. We started reminiscing and suddenly I thought this is my winter memory story. I'm so glad you enjoyed the read, and yes, I believed that angels were watching over us. This is a great challenge from Jackie, I haven't yet read all the stories, but the ones I've read are exceptional. Thank you for everything, hugs right back at you and A Happy New Year to you and the family.


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Faith Reaper 23 months ago from southern USA

What an adventure, dear Jo! My goodness, I would have been terrified too, and so glad all were safe in the end. Yes, I truly believe your guardian angels were there with you. I am glad your husband was not injured badly.

I am so glad you have participated in Jackie's winter memories challenge, and boy, you have some winter memories of survival.

Love your photos too.

I hope your Christmas was wonderful and safe. Blessings to you and yours.

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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi Ruby, I hope you had a wonderful Christmas. Thanks for taking a look at this, I'm so glad you enjoyed the read. I know how you feel about horses, I was reluctant at first and horses are able to sense when we are nervous, but I faked it, then one day I realised that I no longer needed to, I began to enjoy the ride and soon fell in love with the horse. .

I also love birds and squirrels, we had a pair of love birds while working in Saudi Arabia, we named them Mrs T ( after Margaret Thatcher) and Denis ( after the Iron lady's hen pecked husband ) The birds were true to their namesakes, poor Denis could do nothing right. Thanks for the visit, lovely comment and the share, you're a star. :) Have a happy and prosperous New Year, all the best for 2015.


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always exploring 23 months ago from Southern Illinois

Wow Jo, this was an exciting read. I think horses are beautiful, but not for me, I'm frigtened of them, I don't know why. My favorite pets are birds. I love to feed them and the squirrels who come daily for peanuts. Thank's for sharing. Your writing is excellent! Tweeted.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Good day to you m abdullah javed, nice to see you. The horse is a noble and proud animal indeed, but like us, they have good and bad days. You're right about the experience of horse riding, it's a great feeling. Thank you so much for reading my winter story and for the wonderful comment, much appreciated. Best wishes to you, have a Happy and prosperous New year.


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m abdullah javed 23 months ago

The courage that you have shown here truly represents the nature of horse. This animal is a proud possession and its ride makes you feel on cloud nine. Very interesting winter story Tobusiness, thanks for sharing. Wishing you a very happy Christmas and prosperous new year.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

nocryingjustart, riding can be good fun, I hope you'll get a chance to have a go. I appreciate you stopping by and commenting.

Best wishes and a Happy New Year to you.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Bill, I hope you, Bev and the family had a wonderful Christmas. Thanks for stopping by, and yes we were all very lucky that day.

Horses are amazing, but we are reminded every now and again that they can also be rather fickle creatures. Enjoy the rest of the holidays and a Happy New Year to you all.


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nocryingjustart 23 months ago from london

I wouild love to go horses reading riding


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billybuc 23 months ago from Olympia, WA

I do love horses. We owned some a long time ago, and they are a favorite animal for me....but they can be dangerous and unpredictable, and many a time I've found myself on the ground looking up at the smirking beast. :) Great story..glad you survived to tell it. :)

Happy Holidays, Jo, and blessings always


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Hi John, thank you for stopping by. Yes, it was a very stressful day in the hills. I'm glad we got back on the horses, and although I no longer ride, I did continue and had a lot of fun. I wouldn't say I was an accomplished rider but I love horses and nature, riding takes us to the heart of nature and into place we may not otherwise see. All the best for 2015.


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Jodah 23 months ago from Queensland Australia

Very interesting and exciting winter story Jo. The situation must have been quite stressful at the time but it's amazing what adrenalin can do and concern for other's safety. I do like horses and had one as a child but far from an accomplished rider. Voted up.


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K Author

Frank, I hope you had a wonderful Christmas, and thank you for reading my winter memory story, much appreciated. Man's best friend says it all. Take care my friend and my very best for 2015.


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Frank Atanacio 23 months ago from Shelton

what a wonderful winter memory Tobusiness.. love the photos and the horse.. my favorite pet is the good ole dog.. Man's best friend.. that's all I need to say LOL :)

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