After our hack last night, we galloped up the hayfield hill. I’ve been using the hill as a fitness measure, and last night he was still pulling hard at the top. Good boy!
He was excited and happy enough to jig all the way back to the barn, and as we were passing the outdoor there was one tiny cross rail set up, and, well, I gave in to temptation.
He jumped it neatly, out of a lovely bouncy canter stride.