morning in back end of beyond
I walked over to fetch milk this morning. Down the middle of the road, of course (no sidewalks and not much traffic). The sky was blue between thin filoplume clouds. The Drakensberg mountains look like a juvenile baker's appretice dusted them enthusiastically but inaccurately with icing sugar. A Jackie-hangman was eating a dead berg-adder in the
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That sounds like how I learnt to ride a horse. And my friend, older by a whole six months, but had several years riding advantage, didn't see why I shouldn't learn to ride the horse as it walked, trotted, cantered, galloped and take on the jumps she'd set up, all in the first half hour or so.
Fortunately she didn't teach me to drive a car. *g*
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