Champion neither, Caleb; whenever I entered a gymkhana (my mother made
me go at gunpoint every year or so) I managed spectacular falls that
got the St John Ambulance people very excited. But I was only ever
winded. Maybe sports not so appropriate for poetry, but probably
explains the fantasy novels...
xA
On Wed, Aug 27, 2008 at 10:32 AM, Caleb Cluff <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> To be fair, the average horse was much larger then. And probably more
> docile. I have had a tiny bit to do with Clydesdales and when they wish to
> stop, they are stopped. Composing on horseback might have been possible if
> Dobbin were dozing in a field... But at a canter? Unlikely, unless one rode
> in circles, yelling each line to Baldrick at a pass...
>
> Alison - a champion blade and equestrienne?! Could one BE more suited to
> writing?
>
> Caleb (who works in what is 'affectionately' known as Gymkhana Corner within
> the ABC...)
>
>
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