Sometimes, as much as I love riding my brilliant horse Flynn, and especially schooling, it’s difficult to muster up the enthusiasm after a tiring, long day at work. Or if it’s sub-zero or a bit windy. Or if there’s no-one else riding that night. After all, doesn’t Flynn look so warm and cosy in his rug tucking happily into his hay (I’m sure he knows exactly the expression to use when he doesn’t fancy being ridden). And sometimes when I ride, I find myself drifting into bad habits, or doing the same old schooling exercises that I did the day before.Sound familiar?