Then I met the new pony Kim had arranged for me to ride, and it did not go well. Poor Midnight is a 19-yr old, with arthritis and prone to laminitis, on a limited feed regime and her owner is too heavy to ride her. Various teenage riders grow out of her, so she's had a succession of riders of varying ability.
I had been suggested as a good match for her. But as soon as I got on her in the school, it was like sitting on a fence post, because she's so slender. She had her ears laid flat the whole time and did not want to go above a walk for more than a couple of paces. I felt cruel to even ask her.
I was told to use 'more leg', or basically to kick her, and I wouldn't. I got off, led her around and groomed her, then settled her back in her stable without even a hay net, because she's not allowed one. Both Kim and the owner of the yard Midnight's stabled in were trying to convince me she'd be a good pony for me to learn on, I disagreed. The experience left me deflated and upset. I was told off for being 'too soft'.