Summer Eve Riding at Ljungskile Ridklubb, Sweden.
My superstar niece in the middle. The girls getting ready for a jumping lesson.
I think it’s so great to get to visit new barns when possible. Seeing how everything is done the same, yet different. Saw a very popular covered group pasture feeder with individual slots in many pastures here. Ingenious!
Just 4 years ago, my niece was jumping here on a lazy Fjord horse in the indoor. This time, all the teenage girls were in the out-door. Almost grown up.
Lower-height course as a warm up. Extra exciting as someone fell off. No harm done. Had it been me, I’d have broken at least one bone. Or a hip.
This time, it only meant there’d be cake. Swedish tradition means you’re supposed to bring a cake after falling off. Or did, as it’s been a life time since I attended. Not sure if it’s still practiced.
There’s a LOT of falling off there. Ask me how I know…
The summer light went on. And on.