I've been having saddle fitting problems with Tessa lately. For any of you non-horse folk, saddle fit is a lot like finding shoes to fit only they have to fit two people at once and if you really get it wrong the horse is liable to pitch a body off. It matters, and it can be horribly difficult. I have a saddle that I am very happy with and I thought I had this covered, but I don't. Luckily, Tessa is a very forgiving and tolerant sort and, while she did try hard to tell me that the saddle hurt, she did it very politely. It's just one of the many reasons I like her.
I spoke with a saddle fitter who works mainly with gaited horses like Tessa, she recommended a saddle and I just happened to find a used one at a decent price. I figured it it works, I would sell my other saddle and be even all around, so I bought it and it arrived about a week ago. The jury is still out as to whether it is going to work for us or not. It looks good, with a couple of iffy points that I can't asses without going for a real ride in it. I have been telling myself that I really need to go for a ride, I need to check the saddle, I need to work the horse. But, we have had rain for 10 days now an inch and a half yesterday alone. The poor town of Sherburn, just a bit North of here has suffered 100 year floods. Twice. In four days.
We don't have the horrible heat that the west is suffering, but the air is like a wet, moldy blanket. The woods are so saturated that even tanner is digging up the trails. I kept thinking that I should ride, check the saddle, work the horse. I've changed my mind. It is hot, buggy, wet and miserable. I don't want to ride in this and I know poor Tessa sure doesn't. Anything we might accomplish will be nullified by both of us being grumpy, miserable and irritable. I have decided that we should not ride.
It has only taken me about 30 years to come to that conclusion. Some of us are slow learners, but we get there in the end.