Or, happy new year, depending 0n your preference. Last year we were on top of the hills in the Lake District, this year we thought the hills but we decided to let the horse take the strain. We did a cabalgata (horse ride). I haven´t had the benefit of any instruction from Amy (who apparently gave my father very strict instructions), mind you I had the same amount of instruction from the guys who rented us the horses and accompanied us, basically, here you go... vamos.

I can´t even remember being on a donkey at Blackpool before.

The horse, called Lunatico (!) knew what he was doing though and we wandered up steep rocky paths, through rivers and generally felt like cowboys, or gauchos. A couple of hours later we were up at the lake, a man made reservoir that you can only reach by horse or on foot.

Going down was more difficult, there were a fair few steep rocky sections where Lunatico took big steps and slipped and slid, you had to hang on to the back of the saddle to stay on, and lean back so far you were almost lying on the horse... good fun.

As was expected, I´m a little sore today...
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