The horse riding was as torturous as expected, due to lack of padding between my bony bottom and the saddle. But the horses were fat and happy.
We rode for two hours through dense and stunning Canadian forest.
We walked single file one horse following the other at a rolling sailor’s plod, the saddles were great to look at but deeply uncomfortable.
So the only time for photos was when we had returned and were blessedly released from the wretched things.
Trust me to find a blue horse. Like my new hat?
Today we are off on another mission to find lakes and things and tomorrow morning we will be flying out.
So no blog tomorrow or the next day. Unless I see something even more spectacular.
Here is something spectacular.
My son surfing in a river.
This is what happens when you try to take the beach out of the boy.
Good morning.
I will see you on The Farmy’s Sunday. What a relief it will be to be back home. Today and tomorrow are jam packed. So we are now going into a wee blogging break. Unless, of course, there is breaking news of some kind.
Have a lovely few days.
your friend, celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
53 responses to “A horse is a horse – of course, of course …”
Oh that river. It probably sounded wonderful
Funny how wide horses are a bit more uncomfortable. That phrase about the “rolling sailor’s plod” made me think about a bathtub with a kid’s set of little boats being pulled along in a line.
Roll on with the vacation. Best focus on all those that are gathered.
Lovely hat and even lovelier photos. Have a glorious time with your beautiful family, dearheart. xx
I do like your hat. My bottom hurts just thinking about that ride, two hours! Beautiful scenery, though. Your son seems content wherever he finds water! Enjoy your stay.
Love the hat, and the photos of your son surfing in the river. Can’t take the beach out of the boy, that’f for sure. Have a great break, and sit on soft cushions.
With that hat, I’m gonna have to start calling you Ma’am. The week sure did fly by, didn’t it? That was really quick! I’m glad you got to see a part of the Canadian Rockies. This continent is blessed with so many beautiful landscapes. Safe travels, Celi. 🙂
That’s ‘my’ word for her, Sire 😀 !
Two hours after years of not riding!?! You must be post=legged by now. Those saddles definitely need ‘cheek savers’, personally I’m rather fond of the gel seat on mine.
And above it all I love your sense of humour! Enjoy the last pages of this chapter . . . and happy landings at home!
Glad to have you back home!
What a difference a week makes. You’ve been seen, conquered and have the hat to show for it. Great pics 🙂
Riding horses is dreadfully uncomfortable unless it’s done on a regular basis. Scenery looks fantastic. Have a good rest.
I find it very amusing that you know the Mr. Ed sitcom tagline having grown up in NZ
I find it very amusing that you know the 1960’S Aerican Mr. Ed sitcom mantra about a horse coming from NZ.
I can sing the whole thing too!! We used to go and watch the re runs on the neighbour’s black and white tele! Our household was very late joining the television craze! c
Your behind eventually matched the horse? Hate those Western saddles, because my riding style is totally different. Amazing place to be able to surf! Lakes & stuff sound good!
So if news breaks on the break you will interrrupt the break? Put on the brake and give me a break! 🙂 Nice hat.
Only a child of yours would surf down a river on his honeymoon! 😀
Love the hat – will you wear it when you get home? The piggies might not recognize you…
I can tell your kids are wild and crazy, just like you!!! What a fabulous family!!! Have a wonderful last two days, and see you back on the farmy! xoxoxo