Here is my experience of the one and only time I was on a horse.
This goes back to the early 80's while I was in the army. My troop went on Summer Camp to Wales to walk up Mount Snowden, I am the only female there.
Part of our planned activities was a day of Pony Trecking. So off we went to get matched up with a horse. Bear in mind I'm the only girl with a load of handsome squaddies and the organisers of this treck were 2 young woman who were all over the squaddies like a rash. Now you would think that as I had never been on a horse they would choose a really docile friendly easy going guy eh? Nope.
This horse was massive and it was clear from the start he did not like me at all. This big boy did exactly what he wanted when he wanted and wasn't giving me an inch.
After a very long very scary time we ended up at a pub. At last I could get off this beast and at least soothe my bruised ego with alcohol.
So here I am standing with a pint of lager when out of nowhere this horse simply swung his head and knocked me right off my feet. I didn't see it coming at all, suddenly I was staring at the sky.
To my pride I never spilled a single drop of my pint and told him I was taking him to a glue factory.
The journey back was worst cause I think we all know what happens after you drink a pint and sitting on a horse with a full bladder was my idea of torture.
Needless to say, that was my last venture into the world of horse.
The 2 girls were happy though, the guys invited them to a bonfire party and well I'll leave it there.