Taking a ride with my neighbor’s
Belgian ponies.
Living here in Virginia horse country reminds me that, in the eras I like to write about, horses were the chief means of land transportation.
To refresh my memory, I took off for a two hour cross country carriage ride with my wonderful French neighbors and their Belgian ponies, splashing across rivers and through lakes.
We scared up gaggles of Canadian geese, flocks of mallards rising from the lake, but the wild swans were unperturbed by the commotion.
Everyone knows that horses love running in water. I jumped off the carriage long enough to shoot a film of them trotting across a winter creek.
