Riding through the ages
As a boy I rode horses bareback along the Yarra River in Templestowe in the days before the suburban creep. Our farm backed on to the River and this was my playground. The land was open and there was tremendous freedom. Riding was my exhilaration and joy. The only rule was I should be home by dark for dinner. I had three hungry older brothers so I complied.
I returned to riding as an adult and the enjoyment was still palpable. I took up Dressage with vigour and relished the physical and intellectual pleasure it provides. Now in my 60s, I’m noticing that arthritis, stuck fascia joints, reminders of previous sporting injuries and a generous waistline are slowing my progress. The movements that were easy now take a little more thought and effort and sometimes don’t happen at all. So, I ride with a different purpose and respect. The connection is more nuanced and subtle. There is trust and understanding that makes each ride a challenge and a pleasure.
I continue to look forward to riding into the future.
By Chris Grant
