Brett spent a couple of hours yesterday getting the arena perfect. He shoveled all the sand that had mounded up close to the rail back into the center. Then he groomed it with the tractor. It looked gorgeous; almost too pretty to ride on. Almost.
Gayle hit some traffic on her way up so was delayed. I used the extra time to practice braiding Winston's mane. I got about half of it done, experimenting with fat braids and skinny braids. Fat braids definitely look better.
Gayle worked us hard. I was up first (on the pristine arena footing: woo-hoo!) followed by Brett. Here's some video with pieces of our lessons.
Jeanine and Calibar went last. They worked on lunging technique. Calibar is a bit out of shape after being off a few months so they took it easy on him.
After the lessons were over, Brett fired up the BBQ. Gayle stayed for lunch and my friend, Heather, was up for the day as well. We ate our burgers and tried to decide if the weather was getting warmer or colder.
Brett and I were both very pleased with our lessons. We learned a lot, we progressed, our horses progressed, and we are all tired and sore. That includes the horses who rolled in the dirt after we hosed them off. They stood, heads down, covered in mud, dozing. Brett's asleep in his recliner and I'm headed to the couch.