Today, on the spur of the moment, my mum, my sister and I decided to go on a day out!

We even visited The Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park and went on this SUPER scary ride! We also went window shopping at Hamleys!

Today was surprisingly nice!

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Hi guys!

Sorry I am posting so late into the night,I guess I have a habit of posting kind of late, so yeah.

I just finished reading the One dollar horse Trilogy, and it was amazing! I loved all the characters and all the scenes where Casey and Storm (casey is the protagonist of the story and Storm is the horse she saves from the Knackers yard)..

The journey which Casey takes throughout the three books is so heart felt and inspiring. Those books were some of the best books i have ever read.

Last year, i think, Lauren St John (the author to the trilogy) wrote book called The Glory. I really want to read it.

Hopefully i can get it for Xmas and read some more great books!

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Hi everyone!

Today is the second day at my attempt of Blogmas.Honestly, I am still not sure what EXACTLY I'm going to get for Christmas. Obviously, I have a faint idea: art stuff and horse stuff.

But constructing the perfect list is easier said than done. I was thinking about getting some winter riding gloves and jodhpurs. As well as some horsey hoodies and decorations for my bedroom.

I'm ordering my presents (or most of them) on Tuesday, so I have got to think fast.

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Hi everyone , I know, it HAS been a while. I was thinking about blogging something WAY earlier on. But I had a lot of homework to do and: I just didn't feel like it.

I was pretty discouraged and felt like giving up on horses all together because i had to cancel the lesson I was going to go to due to the bad weather.

It was only until recently that i decided i should start blogging again, and not forget about horses! I was reading trough some of the Girls horse club blog posts about dreams and realised that even if I have to wait a while, I can't just give up on horses, I just have to find ways to keep my dream alive.

I I gues this is Blogmas #1

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I'm not going horse riding tomorrow, because its going to be raining all day and my mum is just recovering from the flu.
There isn't much more to say.

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Clouds shift through the blue skies,
Day by day passes by,
And each day I pray for the same thing every time:
For the loyal horse to be by my side.

To stand by a horse,
Ride a horse,
Every week the very least,
And being by a horse everyday,
A gift from God I would say.

To be a part of such a world,
Full of excitement, adventure...
And horses.

To know people who understand the complex words coming out of my mouth,
And make a smart reply.

To have friends who can relate to that burning passion in the pit of my stomach,
That arises as soon as someone mentions the magnificent creature.
A horse.

To have a horse as a friend,
Understand its emotions.
No,
His emotions,
Or her emotions.

I'd give that horse all by love and more,
And on days when people had upset me, I'd go running to my horse,
Because just seeing their angelic face,
Is already enough.

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Hello to all horse crazy people reading this!
I've been excitedly counting down the days till my riding lesson at PW (initials of stables), but the week is going so slowly.
I remember just lying in bed awake early in the morning, day dreaming about meeting my new horsey best friend at PW and acing my rising and sitting trot! Then I finally fell asleep (for a little while!) and ACTUALLY dreaming about horses!
I can't really recall some parts of the dream, nor did it make much sense, but I definitely remember me waiting for my riding lesson to begin in my strange horse dream.

Anyway, here is a small section of a poem I wrote:

Clouds shift through the blue skies,
Day by day passes by.
And each day I pray for the same thing every time;
For the loyal horse to be by my side.

Full poem tomorrow!

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We trotted for about ten minutes. When Anna, our instructor, told everyone to do rising trot, we all did. Rising trot the  best, you had to keep count  of the  rhythm and go, “One, two, one, two"
Anna said that my rising trot was very exceptional for a beginner. Then we all did sitting trot. The trick is, even if you bounce a bit, sit deep in the saddle to absorb that. Anna said that my sitting trot was OK, but some improvements could be made. I took the constructive criticism and went again, improving a lot the second time round. Tweeny was such a great pony.
Anyway, after everyone did both sitting and rising trot, our instructor said for us all to do whichever trot we preferred.
Tweeny listened to all my firm aids as we trotted along.
Then, for the last ten minutes, half of the more experienced riders did jumping. April said that I'd be great at it, but being a beginner, it would be dangerous for me to try jumping. So instead I did some trotting poles.
I looked straight ahead, concentrating only on the poles in front of me. I softly nudged Tweeny into a walk, then squeezed my legs again to get Tweeny to trot. I had to keep perfect time or I would touch one of the poles. Thankfully, I didn't touch any of them, and soon everybody started clapping. My focused face broke into a grin.

Thanks so much for reading this mini three part story thing. I hope you all enjoyed!

More funny pics!!!!

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Hi guys, sorry part one was published a little late, it took a bit longer than I thought I would. Anyway, enjoy!

“Meet Tweeny" said the lady, who I soon found out was called Susan.
I knew Tweeny. On my friend's birthday party we went to the very farm I was standing on. I rode a cheeky piebald called Kipper that day, my sister rode an old bombproof pony named Compo, one of my friends rode Bobbi and the birthday girl herself rode TWEENY.
After I got re introduced to Tweeny I helped tack up. Susan asked me if I had done things like this before as I got the hang of it quite easily!
By the time it was 3:25, (five minutes before the lesson) I was ready to mount.
But some girls were still tacking up, with a bit of assistance. Then, two girls came up to me.
“Hi" said one girl, "My name is April"
“Cool, my birthday is in April. I'm Vanessa"
“I'm Carol" the other girl said.
Carol was petit, and had big hazel eyes. April, on the other hand, was tall and lean. She was riding Kipper, who was softly nudging me.
“Wow, Kipper seems to really like you" April said. I smiled. If only they knew!
Then, we were told to mount.
Being on a pony again felt weird. You feel like you're up so high, that you might  just fall...but you don't. You feel the wind on your face as you hold the slippery leather reins, and you look on ahead to see your pony's mane and their ears. You feel so comfortable that you don't want to get off! As I got on Tweeny, I felt so alive.
I found out that there were seven people in the group lesson. The three of us (April, Carol and I) who were the oldest; we were all eleven. One girl, Sarah, was turning eleven that week and the four other girls: Yasmin, Ellie, Esme and Kaitlin. They were all ten, except for Ellie. She was nine.
Since this was only a thirty minute lesson, we had a limited amount of time. So, for the first five minutes we practised on walking, which was quite easy. All I was told to do was sit up straight, squeeze my legs and keep my reins tight. At first I had a person lead, but then I asked when we started changing direction if I could rife on my own. And I did, and it was great.
After walking and changing direction, we began to trot...

(funny pick I found)
Part 3 (final part) tomorrow

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In my second diary I wrote a series of entries of what I THOUGHT my first lesson would be like. Boy was I a little off!

I woke up. Oh my god! Today was THAT day. It was Thursday.
What time was it? I checked my phone; 10:50. If it were a school day I would have been dreadfully late, but luckily we had a week's break before going back to school. I rushed down the stairs as if it were Christmas to get something to eat.
“Morning mum" I yawned. After breakfast I went to get changed.
Since I didn't have proper riding clothes I wore my sister's old jeggings, a top and my favorite cardigan. I also wore my wellies, though I knew I was probably going to change into proper riding boots when I got there.

I thought I was going to take a bus, but because my mum was tired we took a cab there instead.
As the driver drove, my sister went on complaining about how unfair it was that I got horse riding lessons- not that she likes horses- and I sat there, staring out of the window; dead nervous.
And when we finally got there, I felt like I was going to be sick. Then a lady strode towards my mum, my sister and I, “Now, which one of you is Vanessa?"
“I am" I replied nervously.
“Ah. Follow me".
So I followed. She led me to the familiar tack room and got me a fitted riding hat and some appropriate boots. She explained that since I was fifteen minutes early I could help groom and tack up “my pony"
“OK" she said, “This is the pony you'll be riding, meet Tweeny"

Part 2 is tomorrow.

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