WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
Huge face of a red setter/shaggy mongrel mix called Hamish, drooling and laughing over the little rattley toys strung across my pram. Apparently he was good at not tipping it over.
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On Monday, we go up to the cliffs, we the gauchos have found some deep caves with petroglyphs. They’re clearly ancient, but getting there is a long ride (and some serious belly-crawling through pitch-black, narrow, chimney-pipes between caverns). Outside, the views go clear across to the Volcano Lanin (which will be a constant companion, apparently).
At Estancia Huechehue for a week. Run by a wonderful Welsh lady called Jane Williams (at the back). For our fist couple of days, the only other guest who’s riding with us is a Swiss osteopath, who’s a good rider, but painfully out of practice: the long, fast canters play hell with her back. (Be warned - you need to ride well and be in good shape, to keep up with Jane!)