Hi friends, and welcome to Cowgirl Monday and the Cowgirl in Hyde Park.
That’s in London, England in case you’re not too sure what park I’m talking about. Memories of me riding a horse through this park when I was a teenager. So I thought I’d come up with a short, funny story. And hmmm…. does this mean I’m heading back to London for another housesitting gig later this year. Stay tuned for that one!
When Daisy Mae signed up for a horseback ride in London’s Hyde Park, she figured a saddle’s a saddle and a horse is a horse – anywhere in the world.
That illusion lasted exactly three seconds.
The moment the stable hand led out a dainty bay gelding with a saddle that looked like a glorified pancake, Daisy Mae squinted and said, “Where’s the rest of it?”
The riding academy owner, a proper Englishman in tweed and tight lips, informed her that this was an English saddle, designed for grace and refinement.
“Grace and refinement?” Daisy snorted. “Honey, back home, we like our saddles with a horn, not a handle for your tea cup.”
He gave her a look colder than yesterday’s gravy. “Madam, we do not grip our horses with our equipment.”
“Oh, we grip ’em,” Daisy shot back, swinging one leg over the saddle. “Just not in a way that’d make ‘em write to Parliament.”
By the end of the ride, the tourists were delighted, the horse was confused, and the owner was muttering something about Americans and their peculiar riding habits.
Daisy tipped her hat and said, “Next time, y’all come to Texas. I’ll show you what a real saddle looks like. And maybe teach you how to smile while you’re sittin’ in it.”
Happy Monday!
Published by Cheryl @ The Lifestyle Digs on March 30, 2026.
