France: Day Five.

Horses. In their eyes, too.

I dont get on with horses due to many previous bad experiences, all of which being at this pony school, since I was younger when i fell off one here and was nearly trampled, I have never gone back, despite going on pony treks elsewhere like at youth camp etc, not back at the place where it happened, but anyway. I gave it a shot, and it was going really well, but then my horse started stopping to eat grass and was getting flustered because the horse was tired, and I couldn't get it to stop eating and when I did it got annoyed and started freaking out.

Naturally I burst into tears and proclaimed, 'Je deteste le Cheval! Je voundrais Retourné sil vous plait monsieur' whilst sobbing and shaking.

Bad times, however Bex carried on and went on her little trek which she enjoyed. Horses just are not for me, not there anyway. However I spent lovely time with them when I was just with them at the stables awaiting Bex's return, i think they are magnificent beautiful creatures. To photograph and cuddle. NOT to ride. Aha, just personal issues.

That's enough for tonight, i'll blip more tomorrow.

I start uni tomorrow. Oh lord.