Our jumping may not be the neatest.
Our downwards transitions may be rushed.
My legs might be everywhere.
But I have a horse who is terrified of brooms to allow me to sweep underneath him.
A horse who has difficulty trusting people, who rests his forehead against my chest for a cuddle and allows me to wrap my arms around him and stay like that for several minutes.
THIS is our achievment.
This is riding.