Fag Break (AKA Bag Freak)

As I've got a rather busy and full on weekend, I took a half day from work today and booked a 45 minute individual riding lesson. I left the office and headed up to the Bridges to catch my bus. I don't like the Bridges as it always feels to me that something (or someone) is about to kick off (this isn't relevant to the story - I just thought I'd mention it). Anyway, I was waiting at the bus stop when I saw an elderly man stumble. You know that moment when everything seems to go in slow motion and you just know what's going to happen but you also just know that there's nothing you can do to stop or change it? Well, that's what happened. He fell with such force and cracked his forehead off the pavement. The street was really busy but it just seemed like everyone was rooted to the spot, just standing and watching (including me). One lady broke the spell and went to help him and then everyone else seemed to spring into action. I ran into a shop and told them to call an ambulance (I have no idea why I didn't call an ambulance, it just seemed like the best idea at the time) and then dashed back outside with a woman from the shop (I think the shop was Cancer Research - it was certainly a charity shop). The man had been helped to his feet by this time but he was very shaken and bleeding quite a bit. We tried to get him inside the shop but he refused saying he "didn't want to make a mess". He seemed to think he was a burden and this broke my heart. He also didn't want us to call an ambulance but it was too late for that. The charity shop brought out a chair for him and a glass of water and, as I could see he was in very safe hands (the people from the shop were bloody brilliant) I left to catch my bus. I knew he was going to be okay (I saw the ambulance nee nawing its way to him when I was on the bus) but it made me want to cry. He just looked so lost and bewildered.

Anyway, on a brighter note, my riding lesson went well. I spent most of the 45 minutes in trot and I now know how to change on the diagonal (get me!). I also did a little bit of cantering and that was great fun! Now all I have going around in my head is "Canter, canter, canter, canter" and "Up, down, down, up"! I'll be booking my flight to Rio at this rate.............

Ps Apparently people from Edinburgh are the most sensible in the UK. They haven't met me yet obviously.................... Or maybe I'm really a Weegie

PPs. Just had a major Blipfoto malfunction and think I may have deleted an entry by accident. Fuckety fuck!