On Sunday I went to a cafe called Pirongia Clydesdales. There were horses everywhere.
When I arrived at the cafe I couldn't wait to see all the horses. The owner introduced herself. She told me I could pat a little dark brown pony covered in mud and dirt. After, the lady showed two racehorses. They had long skinny boney legs. After watching them nibble on some grass for a few seconds, we walked across the gravel driveway. Through the metal gate I saw two identical horses. "These two are twins. " said the owner. The gate next to the twins belonged to a cheeky chestnut. It was adorable.
My mum let me get a hot chocolate. While my mum order my hot chocolate, I followed my Popa to where some people were tacking up a horse called Angel. The ladies tacking up Angel offered me a ride. I said yes and ran back to tell my mum.
Noel got on Angel and I sat behind her. Angel started walking down the path to the arena. When we got to the arena Angel started trotting. It was almost as fast as a Clydesdale cantering. After one lap of trotting I got off. I thanked Noel and finished my hot chocolate. I gave the pony one last pat and went home. What an awesome experience.
