The final day was home day. There was no riding, and no horses involved, and we were all transferred to Pula after breakfast. For some of us it was for the whole day – a little two long – but for those with earlier flights it was only a couple of hours – a little …
Our last half a day of riding was upon us, and a visit to a coastal town awaited that afternoon. Patrick tacking up. Alice also tacking up. Apache having been tacked up. Finally I was starting to get the hang of things. We rode to a nearby town, one which we’d had dinner at two …
This was to be our last full day of riding. So, after a short van ride to pick up our horses and saddle up were were off again. Although our guide for the day, who may have been called Jakov (that’s the closest Google can tell me to what we were calling him) decided to …
The clouds finally (sort of) cleared and we left to stare at a marvellous valley view on the fourth morning, something that we were all too tired and wet to even think about the evening before. There wasn’t a lot of blue in the sky but the forecast was for a mostly dry day, and …
There are very few photos of day 3’s riding because it rained too much. The forecast was awful, but it didn’t really chuck it down and maybe rained for ninety minutes of the time we were on the horses. Still, at the start of the day there was a sense that nobody really wanted to …
Each day started with something I’m very unfamiliar with, which is tempting your horse to come over, stand still and have a head collar put on it. They were surprisingly willing despite just how cack-handed I was about the whole thing. Who knew there were so many ways a few strips of fabric could be …
In the latest installment of “riding horses on holiday”, the destination was Crotia, more specifically the region known as Istria. Like many things, I knew nothing about it before or even during my time there, but it’s the bit nearest Italy and used to be part of the Republic of Venice. The trail was for …