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I’ve noticed time and time again that things in French sound more appealing than their English equivalent.  For example, Ecuries du Châtaignier is so much more romantic and mysterious than “Chestnut Stables”, which is still a perfectly nice name for a riding center.  It just sounds better in French.

When Trav and I returned from our 10-day trip through France and Spain, I had a text messages waiting for me from Christine, a gal I met while walking in the woods this past winter.  She also was back from vacation and had invited me to go horseback riding with her that week.  Was I interested?

As Travis would say; “Does a bear poop in the woods?”

Uh, yeah, you could say I was interested!  As in, jumping-up-and-down interested.

Ecuries du Châtaignier, Corserey Switzerland

The resident “watchdog” at the stables…an absolute sweetheart, she would scare no-one.

We then exchanged a series of texts – hers in French, mine in English. We agreed to meet jeudi dès 13h au manège, en bas du village.  Simple enough.  We’d meet on Thursday at 1 pm at the armory at the bottom of the village.  Then I realized I had no idea where the armory was or what the “bottom of the village” meant.  Or which village, since she lives in a neighboring town.  I didn’t even know if we were meeting at someone’s house or a riding stable.

I asked her the name of the place so I could search for an exact address, and she confirmed we’d be meeting at Ecuries du Châtaignier.  According to Mr. Google, this was a riding facility in Prez-vers-Noréaz just down the hill from our house.  Voilà!  I knew the hill and which stables she meant.  Trav and I have walked all over this area checking out back roads (all the roads near us are “back roads”), and during one of our walks we’d passed barns with riders on incredibly beautiful horses coming and going.  I checked the map on the business website for Ecuries du Châtaignier and confirmed it was in Prez-vers-Noréaz.

Pony at Ecuries du Châtaignier, Corserey, Switzerland

A small herd of real Shetland ponies lives at the stables. Gah! I almost died from all the cuteness!

Arriving early at the place I had in mind, I asked around for the owner by name but received only blank stares and apologies in French.  Showing a gal the name of the stables from my text message, I handed her my phone.  She mapped to a location that was way off in another village entirely.  I was bummed, knowing I was sure to be late.

Setting off for the destination she’d routed on my map, I had driven no more than a kilometer when I pulled over.  It didn’t seem right.  I turned around and headed back up the highway.

Passing another horse barn, I swung in; this time, someone there drew me a simple little map to Ecuries du Châtaignier, which was apparently just up the road in the direction I was heading.  I thanked her profusely and arrived at the stables a few minutes later to see Christine standing in the parking area worriedly looking up the highway.  Frustrated that I had even left extra time so I could be early, I was grateful when she brushed away my apologies and assured me we could still go riding if I was up for it.  I didn’t care that dark clouds threatened rain or that the wind was kicking up.  I wanted to ride!

Gypsy Vanner at Ecuries du Châtaignier, Corserey, Switzerland

My horse for the day, Willow, was an Irish Cob: a beautiful, gentle, giant of a horse.  In the US, they’re known as Gypsy Vanners.

Christine introduced me to her friend who would be riding with us, Antoinette, then led me to my horse for the day, Willow.  Far larger and more muscular than your average horse, he was a beauty with thick feather, an underbelly of long hair, and crystal blue eyes.

Annnd a mustache.  A bona fide mustache.

If you know what an emperor tamarin looks like, imagine one of those little mustaches on a horse and you can imagine Willow’s.  The ladies told me he was an Irish Cob, a horse that was bred in Ireland and used for pulling wagons, for dressage because of their elegant gait, and for student riders because of their calm, gentle nature.    I was smitten!

Horseback riding near Corserey, Switzerland

Even in the rain, horseback riding in Switzerland is really fun.

Though I grew up riding Western, only English saddles were available so I figured I’d give it a go.  Christine gave me a helmet, which felt alien compared to my customary cowboy hat, but when in Switzerland…

I gave Willow a good brushing and watched while Christine saddled him, taking note of how she did it so I could do it on my own next time.

Once we were all geared up, I followed the ladies as we led our horses across the highway and for quite a ways up a paved country road before reaching softer ground for their unshod feet.  Two large wooden mounting blocks were conveniently placed there for us.  We mounted up and set off for an extended ride through the woods and fields.  Despite the wind that kicked up and the rain that blew in our faces, it felt wonderful to be back in the saddle – any saddle. Zigzagging from one forest trail to the next, we finally looped back to the stables.

Christine had to leave as soon as we finished caring for the horses, but Antoinette introduced me to her husband and offered to take me for a carriage ride next!

Franches-Montagnes horse in Corserey, Switzerland

Antoinette’s husband’s horse is a pure-blood Franches-Montagnes, the only horse breed native to Switzerland.

I watched as they started gearing up her husband’s horse, a Franches-Montagnes, while her husband explained that the breed is the only one native to Switzerland.  I held an occasional bar or strap for them as they worked, and they explained the history of the breed, its notable characteristics as a working horse, calm and gentle, and explained the rigors of the training he received from the breeder, training that continues with them.  Interestingly enough, the Swiss army breeds them still at a stud farm in Avenches, a village less than 20 kilometers from here.

When the carriage was hitched up, Antoinette took the reins and directed me to step up.  We set off down the main highway to the clickety clack of hooves as cars patiently waited behind us before Antoinette turned into the fields.

I still felt like it wasn’t quite real that I was riding in a horse-drawn carriage through the Swiss countryside.  Our trip was cut short by a herd of cows being driven to a new pasture, effectively closing our intended path.  So Swiss!  Since the cows have been absent from our fields for the winter, they were actually a welcome sight, harbingers of spring and adventure-filled days to come.

Riding at Ecuries du Chataignier, Corserey, Switzerland

Covered with hay with wet, muddy boots – signs of a fantastic day!

Even after returning to the stable, I lingered.  I enjoyed talking to Antoinette and just being part of the “horse scene” for the first time in ages.  We weighed out hay for the horses, secured them back in their pastures, and exchanged information before leaving.  I realized I’d been there for over 5 hours, which had passed in a flash.  Antoinette said they often take carriage rides with other friends and that I was welcome to join them next time.  I can’t wait!


What’s up next on our agenda?

Sampling chocolates at Switzerland’s Maison Cailler…

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