.. for the first time this century. But I should not misrepresent myself as a horsewoman, having been on one barely a dozen times in my rather long life. The last time was in Australia when a sedate ride on a sweet old nag blind in one eye with shaggy hooves (does that not say cart-horse to you too?) proved more exciting than I anticipated. If it wasn't the fact we were at a 45 degree angle up and down a flipping escarpment, it was the ragdoll moment when she broke into a trot that caused me to smoke two cigarettes at once when I dismounted.
See here, I promise this isn't cruelty to animals. This adorable non-judgmental Icelandic pony is terrifically sturdy and able and willing to field twice his body weight of novice. I am sure he would have let me potter about the Land of the Midnight Sun on him if I'd asked. Skuggi belongs to my cousin Philippa and whilst somebody lent me a pair of gumboots, she lent me a hat and a lot of expert confidence-building advice. Can't say I'm not proud of this picture.
Thrust the bust! I don't know.. probably a bit keen to have a 'good seat'. I really hate being under-dressed and always wanted a proper pair of jodhpurs, boots, hacking jacket, stock, velvet hat. Hairnet. String-backed leather gloves. Whip or more properly, riding crop.
This is the way to do it
Keen sportswoman, champion United States skier and best-dressed all round good egg Ann Bonfoey Taylor
Her hacking jackets had matching riding hats ohh
These images taken from Fashion Independent : The Original Style of Ann Bonfoey Taylor published by the Phoenix Art Museum to which her exquisite wardrobe has been donated.
PS I don't know if anybody is going to read this because I disappeared off the radar so long that I've have fallen off the plot.