Riding a horse is not a gentle hobby, to be picked up and laid down like a game of Solitaire. It is a grand passion.
The horse through all its trials has preserved the sweetness of paradise in its blood.
The horse, with beauty unsurpassed, strength immeasurable and grace unlike any other, still remains humble enough to carry a man upon his back.
Equestrian poetry written with every stride, a tale told by the hoofprints left behind. 📜🐾
Hoofbeats echo through the pages of history, where the Royal Horses leave their mark. 📜🐾
Riding towards horizons painted with dreams, guided by the noble spirit of the horse. 🌌🐴
A horse gallops with his lungs, perseveres with his heart, and wins with his character.
In the language of gallops, the Royal Horses speak tales of strength and nobility. 🏇🗣️
Where the wind whispers through the mane, and every ride is a dance with the reins. 💨💃
Where the bond between rider and horse transcends words, a silent language of trust. 🤝🐴
The essential joy of being with horses is that it brings us in contact with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit, and freedom.