I finished my last update by saying the weight tape lied on reflection it didn't! The Weight tape is.....INNOCENT. I rechecked it and then remembered that when I last used it there was no reading so I fiddled until I got one.
So today I realise that if you measure where it isn't numbered and compare where it is and then work out the gap it's about right. He weighs 638kg.
Yesterday we arranged an intensive physio session for Fat Boy and that's on Tuesday but I haven't told him yet because he just lurves Grace.
Charlie also had a major exercise session in the school we did lunging on the flat, walk to canter transitions and raised poles plus I rode him. We do need to reduce the lard on the lad and I would rather work him than lock him up or muzzle him.
And on to today .... We decided the next step in both our progress was to work in the big field. The big field has been the source of several hiccups, some verticality plus my over active imagination expects to die but It's the only place where I can teach my hunter that canter comes in circles as well as straight lines.
He did loads of walking but would not settle into the contact which is understandable as I was probably a little tense (ok very) but we will never learn to relax unless we get on and do it.
I wore my BP and my reflective top and tucked my phone in the special pocket. That way if I died they would find me easily and phone my partner. So I digress, loads of walk chucked in some leg yield very stiffly did loads of trot transitions and didn't die.
Did a huge rectangle and was aware of lots of shouting from the field next door charlie looked over ears alert and i reminded myself that we shouldnt both shy so trotted looking in the opposite direction.
Suddenly as we trotted down the field a spin mini rear and nap. "OMG heck I am stuffed now I cannot finish on that note I have to establish who is in charge and making the decisions" (remember this its significant) so I had to stay in the field.
I walked and walked and kept changing the rein and circling (well ovalling and wobbly amoeba shapes) had a chat to myself and decided if I was going to die it may as well be now.
Well dear reader... I cantered (oops a bit of a Bronte moment there) the first couple werent too bad at all. Changed the rein and it was pretty awful. Next minute a voice shouted your crooked! Bugger my saddle had slipped to the left on Fat Boy. We sorted it out and tried again and had a bit of a tense but lovely large canter circle. I finished off walking around and then hopped off and walked him back up the track after treating him to a tuft of grass.
Untacked tied him up and went to phone the man which was when I realised I had lost my phone.
It's a new phone with my bargain £4 cover on it. I must have lost it when I cantered. Blinking heck the Magpie I saw on the way to the yard meant I was going to lose my phone not die.
So I tucked him up with his tea and trudged back down to the very big field. I zig zagged up and down the field section by section recovering where we had cantered. Nothing then I moved across to where we hadn't cantered and there it was exactly where we had the spin mini rear in trot. He must have spooked when the phone fell out and slipped down his shoulder. Poor Charlie yet again I have misunderstood him. Not only that but the £4 cover is damaged he must have stepped on it. But the phone is fine whoo Hoo!
So we have proper cantered in the big field, I have to find out what makes the saddle slip and I have to learn to read Charlie better.