My younger brother who hasn't been interested in siting on a horse for years, has suddenly had a resurgence in riding. So to humor him today, we went for a ride through the forest, me on my wild mare, and him on an ex racehorse. Sibling rivalry was alive and strong, and of course it turned into a race. Fern has to be the best trail riding horse I've ever had, she just picks her speed and never falters, spooks or rushes. However speedy, would not be a word used to describe her, we lost, again. But to was fun nonetheless and it was a beautiful way to spend a winter morning.