Out in the field all day. It was warm and breezy and we went out in our fly rugs. I wore my blue fringe too.
Dad took me in the school at five. We shared with Honey and Gem having a lesson. The surface was deep and we stuck to walk and trot. We worked on a twenty metre circle and larger oblong with flexions to soften, halts, leg yield, shoulder -in and fore and transitions to halt, walk and trot.
We added some rein back and lots of trotting. Dad worked on inside leg to outside rein and his own position - uprightness, breathing, sitting on seat bones, heels down, leg back, hands together and in front just on the top of my breast plate. He tried to maintain a steady contact without pulling and to keep his lower leg still and to take his leg off so I could sustain trot without getting completely numb on my sides. We did some reasonable trot and finished off on a long rein.
We came in to be hosed down and given tea. I don't want to wish the summer away but some rain might help me by firming the surface. Dad tries to ride me uphill with impulsion but we still seem to struggle more than most. Perhaps it's a cob thing: fortunately Dad and I can be patient.