Covering Kent, Sussex, Surrey and Hampshire. Are you a horse and pony lover? Do you adore riding? Then Local Rider magazine is perfect for you, as it contains everything from showing, eventing, riding costs and money managements to how best to care for your horse, lesson ideas and interviews with some of the best in the business. Get the latest on new products and clothing, updates and photographs from all the most recent shows and competitions galore! Keep up to date via a mass of reviews and interviews with up and coming riders, teachers and trainers.
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When we were younger, my sister and I used to have riding lessons every Saturday and we would be taken out on hacks across my uncle’s farm each summer. The lessons were excellent fun but hard work as I was only little, therefore the various horses I was plonked on top of took very little notice of my tugging and kicking, opting for a nice patch of long grass rather than trotting neatly around the paddock. I must admit, at the time I thought I was an excellent rider, especially out on the hacks.
I later realised that roaming around a well beaten track nose to tail in a long line of contented horses was no mean feat, but I appreciated those days out all the same.
One particularly rain day saw me, my sister and a few other bedraggled children trudging out to the practise paddock ankle deep in soggy mud. It was windy, wet and miserable, but we still heaved ourselves into the saddle like little troopers. We had a temporary teacher who started dragging us around the paddock…without realising the trotting poles had been left out and were now concealed by the rising mud. My sister’s horse tripped, got very scared so bucked. As my sister hung on for dear life being dragged along like a rag doll, the scared horse trod on her back. She came out with nothing more than a rather vicious looking bruise, but funnily enough she’d had quite enough of riding after that. Saying that, many friends of mine have taken far worse falls and kicks, but readily leaping back into the saddle asap! Don't let us put you off - when fuel prices are so high that we are all riding into town for a pint, you'll be the envy of the saloon.