Feeling down? Saddle up.

Horse riding saturday.

In riding a horse we borrow freedom. (c)

So, as I said in the previous blog post, this weekend we decided to go horse riding, which I absolutely enjoyed. If only it didn't take us so long to get there, we expected the Moscow traffic to be a bit better that day. Anyway we had lots of fun and that little getaway reminded me of how much I like to go sometimes to the Russian villages (even just 20 km from Moscow), they remind me of my childhood when my "babushka" took me to spend a month or so at "dacha" in Saratov, to eat delicious raspberries, drink fresh milk  and enjoy the company of animals.

They said, they would give me the naughtiest horse of all, but I've got the best one. 

Happy Mr. Chapman