Had a wonderful ride this morning on the wee boy.
No napping, no naughty moments - and I totally discount from that
his leaping moments upon spotting the overnight arrival in the middle of the paddock, of a horse eating darlec (Dave's incinerator).
Despite being genuinely anxious about it, he actually did nothing wrong at all. He did some lovely soft work, and although the right canter lead was still a bit stiff and his head up and wrong bend etc it is improving. THe left canter was absolutely lovely!
So imagine my horror a couple of hours later to find this:
and after stitching...meet Mr Frankenhorse!