A, D, S and I headed to Wales on a Friday night to go horse riding. We boarded the bus with the rest of the group of 16 who we quickly found out consisted of 15 Aussie and 1 Kiwi – and half of the Aussie were from Brisbane!
I sat in traffic for the first time since leaving home as we headed out on the M4 towards Wales. We eventually made it to our destination for pizza and beers. The accommodation was “cosy” with 8 of us sharing bunk beds in the same room.
The property where we stayed
Saturday morning was up to an enormous breakfast as our host is an ex chef and then onto off to saddle up for our horse riding adventure.
The horseriding crew.
My horse Woody and I had a tumultuous relationship from the start. When we got started and where in the paddock, Woody decided he wanted to roll in mud with me still on his back. Some quick thinking on Aussie S’s part got me off the back of the horse in time. I also managed to loose both my stirrups while galloping and Woody decided a fence was no obstacle to get to some water. That being said it was still an excellent day and we had some gorgeous weather.
Woody & I right before he rolled
Woody & I again
The countryside we rode through
This is my favourite photo, courtesy of D
Back to the accommodation tired and sore for some of the best pumpkin soup I’ve ever eaten with freshly made bread rolls.
Then it was onto a massive bonfire and fireworks with a BBQ which was so lovely, especially to be outdoors in the country at night. After a few drinks a late night trip to the hot tub to ease the very sore muscles sounded like an excellent idea.
Sunday was a late start and another enormous breakfast then onto the bus for the long trip back to London.
A getting close to the dogs on the property
Thankfully the muscles weren’t as bad as I thought they were going to be on Monday but there may have been some groaning involved getting up from chairs.
