Horse Ride in Hyde Park

Look! I’m doing something amusing! After days of working away and nights at pubs Ashleigh and I decided to book a ride in Hyde Park.

We were looking forward to a brisk canter through the bridle paths and the famous Rotten Row as tourists gawked and swans flew overhead.

Well, it wasn’t all we had hoped but pleasurable all the same. We found the stables quite charming and the owner a bit oddball. But what city stable have I been to where the owners aren’t a bit off? The wouldn’t let Billy ride because he was vastly overweight (!) This tall and skinny Scot didn’t weigh in at the 180-pound limit (and I barely did) so he had to wait it out at a local pub.

Ashleigh and I waited around until the horses came back from the last tour of the park and we mounted and were ready to trot off when we see a lead tied to our horses. Surely this is just for getting us through the streets of London. Wrong! We are tethered the entire trip! Ashleigh was quite smooth. She found out her guide was an Iranian show jumper and she spouted off that she was indeed a jumper for the Scottish National team. And with that she looked at him doe eyed and said, "So you think you can un tether me?" Nope.


So we had a nice hack and a bit of a trot around the park, which was lovely but not all, we had hoped. Ashleigh was irate that our horses were not thoroughbreds. I had an Irish Cobb and she had a mutt, but her horse had a moustache! Check out the picture. Perfectly sausage curled and all! It was foreshadowing our pub experience later. But I didn’t mind. They still smelled delicious and were good boys.


Afterwards to celebrate our ride we headed to The Windsor Castle. That is another post!