I wasn't actually scared to death. I was just feeling like a bit of a wimp. It was very windy and cold and all the horses were galloping round and round the fields - probably to keep warm.
My early morning plan of a nice peaceful ride on Poppy didn't look as though it was going to happen. Peaceful? You're joking!
I sat there at breakfast and persuaded myself it would be foolhardy to take her out on the forest in these conditions. Then I imagined what the rest of my day would be like if I DIDN'T...
(I think that picture is of grasping nettles)
So I DID...
Poppy only fly-bucked twice
...and only threatened to bolt once but she pulled up when asked (eventually)
We both had fun! I feel good.