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Growing up in Wales I'm no stranger to rain, living up a mountain on the side of a valley meant I also wasn't a stranger to wind. I'm also famously known to completely forget bad weather when remembering any experiences, a skill or just too many knocks to the head, who knows.
BUT I don't remember a time where it was so consistently windy with such heavy rain. Despite every other week bringing us a storm with it's very own name, Estrid, the pony who hates water falling out the sky with a passion, still valiantly went on our yearly Welsh mountain hack to kick off the new season training.
She was a minx to tack up but as soon as I hoped on she had her ears forward and she was keen to go exploring. The wind was deafening and the rain was torrential but she didn't put a hoof wrong and I couldn't have been prouder of her behaviour on the trail.....despite her behaviour at the yard making me despair that she may never chill out!
I never regret a ride, even in this kind of weather, it almost feels more adventurous and like we're conquering something. That said I would love a cold crisp sunny winter hack soon please!
Thanks for watching,
Beth