The gang gathering before leaving the civilized parts of Brönnestad, Hässleholm; me, Jenny, Therese, Filiph, Markus, Zidon.At the horse take-away (what's it called?!), when being asked about our experience with horses and horse riding in general, my dad was quick to conclude that he'd been riding since he was five years old. Eh... Ok, he might have been on a few horses when he was a kid, but he's not an experienced horseman I would say. Well, now he got the toughest horse, which resulted in him loosing the right stirrup just when we were about to start galloping.
Markus shows off his skills in black belt dressage. Sweden, two points.More pics here.
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