Chapter 4: The Pub Ride

And the longest walk of shame.

When my friend first floated the idea of a riding our horses to the pub, I was thrilled.

One of the biggest appeals of getting back into horses was the idea of doing stuff with horses and other people.

Also, at the time I was a full blown alcoholic - so naturally the pub sounded appealing 🍻

I imagined tethering our horses to the hitching rail while we sat in the beer garden, smashing a few sherbets and generally relishing how wonderful life was.

However, again… I failed to take into account my actual skills or appreciate that the horse that I owned was not, in fact the same version I saw in my daydreams.

Shots on the bar? Yes please 😎