I took a trip down memory lane with a visit and lesson at
Holly Hill Farm. I learned to ride at Holly Hill, took the yearly summer camps, half-leased for a few summers. All of Hollie's students learn the basics, work to develop their seat, leg, and hand (it was a good two years before I jumped a single fence), and rotate lesson horses weekly (but of course everyone had their favorites). I really don't think I'd be the rider I am today without her training and guidance. When I mentioned to my parents that I was grabbing a lesson they both sang in unison "keep working, keep working" aka the Hollie mantra.
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| Holly Hill looks the same! Minus the housing developments that have sprouted up around it! |
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| My sweet horse for the lesson- Howie |
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| Blast from the past with Bugs- a cheeky Arabian I rode growing up |
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| And Hollie herself- complete with snowpants (the uniform) |
Howie is adorable :)
ReplyDeleteKeep working is a great mantra!
ReplyDeleteYou sure did grow up in my neck of the woods! It's always nice to visit those who have helped shape you :-)
ReplyDeleteSo fun!! How did the lesson go? :)
ReplyDeleteIt was awesome! But of course the call outs are the same around the country- elbows in, fingers closed! Arrggghh!!!
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