Sunday Dinner

Sunday, sunday, sunday…

I always feel like I’m going to hear about the Bigfoot Monster Trucks and Hot Rod cars when I hear three sundays in a row. We were hosting a party here last night. Lots of music, laughter, chatter, alcohol and tons of smoke.

Today we went out to ride a horse. This was my first experience of riding English style. Though similar to the American West Marlboro-Man style, it isn’t the same. The saddle is smaller and the stirrups are shaped different. We took turns moseying around the corral, then we set up the jump. Now I’ve ridden a whole lot of western style riding out on mountains and rural west type things, but never have I jumped over a man made obstacle on a horse, on purpose. So, they started it gentle by putting the bar on the ground, then slowly raising its height. Eventually they put it up to where the horse left the ground and I was hanging on to stay on the horse. Up in the air, and whompf, I landed where one foot came out of the stirrup and my hand got smushed by the saddle. It was fun. I think there is video of my adventure and if I get a copy of it, I’ll post it.

Next up is a traditional English Sunday Dinner. Then its off to London to futz around a be a true tourist. I don’t think I’ll be around a computer so I’ll provide a wrap-up when I get back to the states. It’s been a great trip.

Jody