At Coffs Harbour, Andrew Louis saddles up his fine steed for some seaside cantering.
Horse riding is one of my favourite modes of transport. Combine a horse with a long stretch of beach and I'm in heaven. Riding with a cool breeze in your hair and waves splashing against your legs has got to be the definition of freedom. The stresses of the rat race disappear. Just you and your horse in nature.
Climbing on to the back of my noble 400kg steed, Coyote, I instantly turn from a city slicker into a country cowboy. Chris from HWH Stables assures me the 13-year old adult male horse is easy to ride and comfortable going into water. My riding skills, I confess, are beginner at best but Chris says we're here to ride horses. Anyone can sit on a horse and let it walk you along. We'll be trotting and cantering before the end of our journey.
Riding from the carpark down to the beach at Coffs Harbour in New South Wales, I test out the controls as horse and rider get acquainted. Turning and stopping are intuitive and responsive. But getting him to go is the hard bit. If I let Coyote stop to eat, it's like putting the handbrake on, turning the engine off then throwing the keys out the window.
After five minutes of unsuccessful clicking and popping noises with my mouth and kicking my heels, I resort to a Lone Ranger "Hiiyaaah!" to get him started again.