We did a lot of things outdoors when I was little. Running under the sprinkler, gardening, fishing for pippies, camping…and donkey riding. It’s funny, because I really don’t enjoy the outdoors and what it does for my skin, and I don’t remember liking it when I was a kid either. I guess I didn’t want to say anything to my parents in case I sounded like I was whining or didn’t want to do the activities they’d planned.
Despite the heat, wind and flies in the outdoor environment, I think I always had fun.
I used to wear a net under my hat, to stop the flies from getting at my face. Flies and Ichthyosis is so difficult. But the net stuck to my face too, and smelt funny. Sometimes a fly would get caught in the net, buzzing about right at my face, around my ears.
We rode these donkeys in the mid 1980s. I remember how jerky it was, how high we were perched and how Mum wouldn’t let me go. The paddock smelt of donkey manure and country air. We seemed to get through those hot, dry summers, packing things in, not complaining too much aboit the heat.
When I was a little older, we rode camels – smellier, jolter and taller than donkeys.
These photos make me smile. It’s hard to believe they’re almost 30 years old.