Bren nosed at me, his soft velvet muzzle letting me know that in his opinion, we weren't moving fast enough. I laughed. This had been the common theme since he had arrived a few days ago - he wanted to go fast, all the time. The little black gelding was an absolute rocket, the first time I had let him out in the field i had almost been bowled over by the speed of his gallop, and his energy seemed limitless. I was trying to take my time with him, spend a little while on groundwork and getting ...
