Yesterday, for two strides, I achieved perfection. We were balanced, the rhythm was clear, tempo and impulsion just right, the little Welsh soft and easy, genuinely into a contact, working from behind over his back, straight as we worked on a circle and I really felt that for two strides we were weightless and flying. Of course, it all immediately fell apart again because it was hard work for him and as a school horse he knows how to drop out of a contact the split second your mind is not fully, 100% engaged on him (“Wow! This feels amazing!”), but he did achieve two strides of perfection for me. And 24 hours later, I am still buzzing. That is why I ride.