Cherita 6 – Sunday Rider
The Andalucian mare, sniffed the air, the riders were coming.
In the mélee she caught the smell of her Sunday rider. She approached the mare carefully murmering endearments in Spanish
The Sunday rider stroked the mare’s long nose, while breathing gently, imperceptibly into her nostrils. The mare whinnyed gently, she liked this human, they connected on a different level. Sunday rider led the mare to the stables’ mounting block, stuck her feet into the coal- skuttle shaped stirrups, gathered the reins and urged the mare into a walk – they were off!