kit (mizkit) wrote,
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*splat*

I have the best husband. *beam* Ted came with me when I went looking for the riding school (he couldn't have me going off and getting lost without him, he said), and then we walked the loooooooong way around back down to Cobh, where we paused for an ice cream cone (they mostly only seem to have soft serve ice cream here, which is very sad, although arcaedia did point me at Ice Cream Ireland, which gives me *some* hope! :), and then walked back home again, for a total of about six miles. It's perfectly gorgeous out, in the 60s with no clouds and just a little breeze, and we're aaaaalll worn out from walking. :)

And riding school! It's €10 for a half hour lesson, and basically to have a lesson you call up and say, "Thursday at two would be good for me, is it available?" and then you turn up Thursday at two. I failed to ask about anything like equipment, but it's a touristy thing, so I assume they've at least got helmets, and if I (start, much less continue) with this I'll invest in a pair of riding boots after a few weeks of banging my ankles up. (I donno if English-style stirrups bang one's ankles as much as Western style, but last time I went riding (some sixteen years ago) my ankles were *pulped*, man. *Ow*.)

I declare it a *day*. I've walked six miles, turned a book in, and found out about riding lessons. I am so totally kicking back, maybe watching a movie, maybe doing a drawing, something, tonight. I have put on my floppy pants and I am *done*.

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