Horse Riding disaster

Today we decided to go horse riding. I've done this before without incident. The trail leads through the bush to the ocean. Imagine me on the laziest horse ever. I've been kicking him with my heels for about 5 mins to get him to move without any measure of success, and the group are 200m into the distance already. Suddenly he decides to bolt.

This is already embarrassing as I've told the riding stable that I have experience. I've lost the stirrups and the reins, I'm hanging on to the saddle bouncing around like a jack-in-the-box with my legs flailing the complete picture of how not to ride. However I manage a heroic save of the situation. I regain the reins, pull the horse,'Clint', into a sensible pace, locate my stirrups and finally trot up to my waiting group, a vision of control and grace.

They are laughing, it's true, and I grin at them because I can see the funny side, really. It's then that I realize that during the bouncing my boob tube top has been shaken down about my hips and I'm actually riding up to this group of strangers in my underwear. Embarrassing As.

The rest of the ride was uneventful by comparison. We rode the horses down to the beach and then rode them bareback (the horse)into the sea for a swim. All very idyllic apart from my enduring humiliation and the massive bruises on my legs from the adventure.