Is eachtra é an saol

Day 4
The days adventure

Setting out to ride home along the beach is coordinated with the timing start of the low tides. We ride across Dooros Point with its feral ponies, and descend to Tramore beach, ideal for a good canter at the low water mark.

Today it rained -- rather it poured. But only for about 15 minutes, but just just enough time for my gloves to turn into sponges.

The parade - Down to the beach

We rode down to the amazing sea. This required getting off our horses so they could be led across a stream and then having to mount from the ground up. A big feat as these horses are rather tall.

Now this deserves a good galloping or two
as a small reward for all our hard work.

We passed feral ponies that were delicate and small like fairy horses.

Like it says small like fairy horses
(Now where are those sneaky leprechauns?
I think I see a rainbow!)

We also went almost straight down a sand dune.  Imagine going down 30 feet on a big horse whose hooves are sliding in the loose sand. Once down we could gallop on the shore.

Don't know about you but this is too steep for me.
But the view is nice.
I think I will just watch.
You can get off and walk.

Which brings me to the decision to get a new helmet. I was wearing my contacts for the first time and as we went faster and faster my helmet would slide down on my nose.

Blog master's comment

Any excuse. Sooner or later it is always the same.

I sense some shopping coming on.

I think this is just preparing me for the surprise.

I will need to "Think of the savings with the strong dollar".

So I was holding the reins with one hand and my helmet with the other and doing my best to look calm and stay in control. (While hanging on for dear life, and excuse me for saying - but it was a blast.)



Blind as a bat.
Just able to see the flick of the tail before me, and keep up the speed.











Going up the dunes was more fun but not for the horses. We had to lay along their necks and hold on to their manes. This was again straight up 30 feet. I could hear my horse panting as he worked his way to the top.  Loved it especially when the horse in from of me starting slipping.

Blog master's comment

WHAT No pictures?

Wonderful day riding.
When we got back to the hotel, I went for a walk to the Workhouse Museum. The hardships of life here long ago must have been so depressing.  The rich were heartless to the poor.  We have so much to be grateful for.

Feeling appropriately grateful.

Who knows grace.
Lord bless this food.
Sláinte is táinte!

Blog master's comment
I agree.
Is eachtra é an saol

Looking forward to talking with you tonight.
Love. Les