I see the path in front of me. It’s fairly flat with just a few rocks – it’s perfect for a canter.
It’s going to be a cheeky one. I trot ahead, so the rest of the group is far enough not to hear. Diego is the only one of the four Argentines keeping up.
– This stretch is perfect for a canter, I tell him.
He agrees and asks me to take the lead. Not that he actually has to, but I’m being polite and modest.
Off I go and the soft canter makes the blood in my body rush and before I know it, Diego is far behind me and I’m riding my horse at a full gallop.
My Maddy Travel 