It had been too long in the city. Four weeks almost and I’d reached a point where I just had to get out.
Sometimes there’s just no time to doubt, there’s no point in going over the pros and cons. There’s no time to question.
I went to Bonito and booked myself a trail ride. Riding through the paddocks with the cattle on Batatina – my 12 year old horse – who was up for this ride as much as me it was easy to breath again. The smell of the countryside. The slight chill in the air at night, the crickets, the heart who’s dying to talk again, how is it going to be possible to go back to the city again?