Or near one.

I've been on a donkey and on a pony. I'd never get on a horse. They're too high up.

Ponies are included.

Donkeys are not.

What's with the recent horse obsession on here?

I've ridden a horse twice - circa 1993 and again the following year on a holiday in Cornwall. We met up with a couple of other families we knew and went pony trekking through fields and a village - I hated it. I could barely get on and off the horse (were mounting blocks not invented back then?! :genuine-rant:) and was terrified each time the horse bent down to eat grass out of the hedge, as if I was going to lunge forward and fall off into said hedge.

The one bit of excitement was when my stirruped foot kicked the wing mirror of a Lada estate parked outside a house.

Butterfield wrote:

my stirruped foot kicked the wing mirror of a Lada estate parked outside a house.

Take that Vl*dimir P*tin!

Butterfield wrote:

What's with the recent horse obsession on here?

It's Mike Oldfield's fault.

I have never ridden on a horse or any similar animal.

I used to say hello to a horse that lived in a field which was on my walk to work, and would sometimes be leaning over the fence in the mornings.

I no longer walk to work, and the horse was taken away in a horsebox by a woman who used to come to the field some mornings, and the shed in which the horse presumably slept at night was demolished and burnt on a bonfire, and the field has had flats built on it.

And they say crime doesn't pay.

Fangirl Three wrote:

I no longer walk to work, and the horse was taken away in a horsebox by a woman who used to come to the field some mornings, and the shed in which the horse presumably slept at night was demolished and burnt on a bonfire, and the field has had flats built on it.

Most depressing post of the day.

Yes, sorry everyone, it brought me down too.