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 …”
Goodness you’re a beautiful woman, even as you try to hide behind hats and camera angles! Here’s to you and your family and crazy surfing son and your daughters-in-law and the whole gang. The farmy must be missing you.
Saw this post on my phone in the doctor’s office the other day and was unable to comment. Love the shot of you, your great new hat and the blue horse! Those western saddles are far less comfortable than English, at least to me. What a beautiful place…you must feel so refreshed, if a bit sore! 😉 Hope you’ve had safe travels home.
You are the cutest little cowgirl I have ever seen. Your son looks like he is having a blast. I have never seen anyone surf down a river. Very fun.