A Cantering We Will Go

So somewhere between July and yesterday - September 10 - I found my big girl breeches and put them on.

I'm finally confident enough to get after Rosie when she doesn't want to canter, or wants to break to a trot.

Finally.

Finally sitting up and letting her motion rock my pelvis, relaxing my legs and simply riding the canter, which is fast, often unbalanced, and laced with plenty of draft attitude.

I don't care though - we are cantering and it feels brilliant !