"I still remember my teacher's name" she said, "it was "Dudley Oliver." adding "Windy Haugh Farm" as the long forgotten sign from the drive in appeared in her mind's eye.
He was an eventer right? The driver asked.
Jill had never realized this before. "I remember jumping a picnic table on a pony in my youth. And, it was thru the trees. So ya, I guess he was."
*
“Why don't you do a strawberry roan?” Jill said to her student that had shown up at the arts and crafts booth to do a face mask, asking what colour she should make it.
Jill was in the barn looking for interview subjects when she joined a crowd admiring a giant team of 6 big black percherons getting hitched to their carriage. The sound of their feet on the concrete was amazing and they were simply magnificent to look at. There was a nice buzz in the crowd. Suddenly, one of the horses seemed a little uptight, and Jill felt that the people should disperse... It was so obvious, she was annoyed with the fellow spectators for being oblivious to the horse's body language. She wasn't in authority to say so, and just walked away thinking, at least I can try and give that horse his own space for a minute.
Back at the booth moments later, spectators banished from the barn were reporting a horrible accident downstairs where one of the big black carriage horses reared up and flipped over and damaged the cart and scattered the other horses...
*
Jill? The stranger asked, making eye contact in the washroom mirror. I thought that was you" meaning Jill was hard to place with a cowboy hat on. Jill was embarrassed, she had been talking to hundreds of people the last few days and couldn't quite place the girl. You look familiar, but remind me who you are again." she admitted.
" You’re my riding teacher!" exclaimed the girl, suddenly recognizable without her riding helmet on.
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