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*.
miles to Isengard: 109
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