Are horses made for impeccably manicured lawns? For completely level grounds? For surfaces made of sand and finely sliced fabrics? What does the horse's perfect treading consist of?
Its been a while. But now - with our new plans for LaBoulaye/2 - it is evident: LaB/1 will remain an outdoors affair. Exclusively. My first ride with Pinochio in the new space just behind the yard, on the new surface, was pleasure pure. He took to the soft decline, the branches, roots and rocks here and there, shining in his best shoulder-in, even left hand. We were in the forests, far from civilisation. Out there, all alone. Mind not the occasional car rushing by. Ears were ringing in delight with a mirage of birds and other sounds of nature. The wind rustling in the tree tops.
How could I ever even ponder the idea of cutting down these trees and putting up a building, an indoor school with perfectly manicured grounds?