It’s very amusing to be a tourist attraction; the Japanese cameras snapping away as we pose in the ford at Lower Slaughter, admiring groups of sunbathing Liverpudlians gathering as we get our breath back on the sands at Hilbre island -we even get Americans coming to talk to us as we eat ice creams by the castle gate in Ludlow. All we are doing is travelling about, being tourists ourselves, in our own country. However some of us tourists are horses.
In these times when it seems that even the North Pole and Everest are set to become mass tourism venues, when visits to the Galapagos have to be rationed, it is very strange to travel about
We are conditioned to think that
However the best reason for travelling with a horse is that they are natural tourists too. They want to stop to take in the view. They are curious to know what is round the next corner, but they will always know the way back. I have ridden ten miles without a map on open commons and dense woodland where, of the four of us, only one of the horses had been before - he knew every inch of the route. Horses are keen observers and if you pay attention to them they will help you see wildlife humans alone would miss. Listen to them -they aren’t dumb animals- we are just not listening. Let a horse show you the heavenly tourist attraction that is on our doorstep.