Showing posts with label horse riding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horse riding. Show all posts

Friday, 4 May 2012

A loving couple



. . . she had suddenly dropped him like a hot rivet, even cut him dead in the Row. I never knew why, and didn't inquire; the less I knew of her transgressions (and she of mine) the better — I reckon that's why we've always been such a loving couple.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.224, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Friday, 27 April 2012

In my seventieth year



Racing’s well enough when you’re young and riding yourself, but now that I was in my seventieth year and disinclined to back anything more mettlesome than an armchair,* I found it quite as interesting as a sermon in Gaelic.

* a docile horse


Flashman and the Tiger, p.222, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Monday, 29 January 2007

Ride

I am one of those who rode as soon as he walked - indeed, horsemanship and my trick of picking up foreign tongues have been the only things in which you could say I was born gifted, and very useful they have been.



Flashman, p. 16, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.


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