It was to be my first excursion on horseback for, well more years than I care to remember and I certainly didnt want to remember my last experience at the tender age of 17, on a bolting horse down a muddy track with overhanging trees and a fence at the end of the track leading directly onto a main road.

Anyway, enough of the ancient past this was a holiday that was going to be a relaxing time as my partner was the one who wanted the riding. I was going to sunbathe, swim do a little fishing maybe.

The arrival into Johannesburg was uneventful although the security in the airport was a shock and one that I did not expect. During the transfer to the riding centre in the Waterburg area about three hours north of Johannesburg time to relax and chat about the holiday ahead.

An early introduction to the wildlife was meeting the