As I rode through the familiar trails of Shibden Hall, enjoying the crisp morning air, a sudden scream pierced the tranquility. I immediately turned in the direction of the sound, my heart quickening as I spotted a young woman struggling to control a horse that had clearly bolted in fear. Without hesitation, I urged my horse forward, closing the distance swiftly. The poor creature was bucking and rearing, its rider clinging desperately to the reins, her fear evident. I rode up alongside her, reaching out to grab hold of the horse’s bridle, speaking calmly to both the animal and its rider.

“Easy now, easy,”

I murmured, my voice steady and firm as I gradually brought the horse to a halt. The animal, sensing the change in control, began to calm under my guidance. I glanced at the woman, her face still pale from the ordeal.

“You’re safe now,”

I assured her, keeping my tone gentle but confident.