I spent about 12 hours revising yesterday, driving my gran and myself crazy in the process. I now know a lot more about tissue engineering and bioactive glasses than I knew yesterday morning, and to recover, mum, my gran and I went to the Ashburton Farmers Market this morning. We bought a load of things for mums garden, headed back and went down to the allotment to plant.
The garden! Sorry it's so well, landscape. I can't rotate.
This rapidly turned into a ride on one of mums friends (thoroughbred, ex-racing) horses, which went jolly well until the horse realised that I was a bit unsure about some of the controls (I’d had a brief two minute pep-talk which shot all my learned techniques to pieces) and off she went. I can honestly say I’ve never travelled so fast without some form of mechanical device to carry me. About five minutes into it, when I’d eventually lost the stirrups and was wondering when she was ever going to stop, I decided to take action. This was worthy of a medal, and I’m now thinking of taking up a career as a stunt-woman. I have realised that digging my feet into the road when the horse is pushing me at 30 mph is not the best idea, and have had to buy new riding boots as the old ones met a desperate end.
I decided to walk back after trying to get back on again and meeting the same reaction, and staggered home with the adrenaline coursing enough to keep me on my feet and steady.
I’ve now limped home, licked my wounds, taken a bath and am now looking at the pile of work that I have yet to do. I have to say, it was possibly the scariest ride I’ve ever done, and probably the closest I’ve come to being a lump of flesh on the road. My various bruises and what feels like a broken foot (the evidence from the boots indicates I got stood on) are throbbing and I’m still shaking a bit. But I’d still rather be doing that, than stuck inside doing this, on such a glorious, sunny day.
