It's a Passion

"Steady," I said as I gave a half halt with my outside rein to get Nova to listen to me. My young anglo arabian gelding slowed his stride and we built up impulsion before sailing cleanly over the small eighty centimere red and white vertical.

"Well done," I heard a voice say from the outside of the indoor arena. "That was nice and neat."

I used my seat and brought Nova into a relaxed trot as I looked over to see mum standing at the gate watching.

"He's really starting to come along nicely now," mum said referring to Nova.

I leant forwards and gave the black gelding a pat on his neck before slowing him to a walk.

"Gosh, he's brilliant," I said with a smile on my face. "He's got so much potential and willingness."