I've had the same picture at the top of this blog since 2007: a very clean shot of a horse's ears, inquisitive-style. Very: eroo? in cuteoverload.com speak. [<3 u, cuties!] I thought, Hey, why not have a look and see if one of the rosette pix looks good? I do, in fact, call them 'pix' …
The Best Hour in Ages
I know that weather is only weather, but holy wow, the weather. It is horrible. As of this writing, the sun is breaking the stones, but that's just for now. Who knows what it will do later? It could — because it has — turn into November in July in the snap of a finger. …
Whither the Long Stick? [The Miracle: Part IV]
Okay, I am going to figure this out: I had a long stick, and mid-way through 2010, I didn't need to use it anymore. I don't remember why. Then, I started riding Connell, and it helped to be able to tickle him on the bum, especially as it seemed as though he was still learning …
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Surprise! In Which I ask For William and Get Him
Something unexpected happened on Saturday. On Saturday, I was still feeling a little 'boo hoo hoo' because my weekend away in the South of France was now in the past; a little sleepy — this 'living closer to the yard' thing is great, honestly, but I see now that I really used the second bus …
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Like It’s the First Time
Driving around the South of France: it's a pleasure no matter what, in fairness, but when you are gazing out the window of the car, and see a horse? Bliss times a million. Every single time I see a horse, even if it's not in the South of France, it's like my whole body 'gasps': …
What. Are. The. Odds.
Our usual instructor was off on her holidays, and our substitute was fab — and I'm not just saying that. I remembered that I had only worked with her once before, in a private lesson, and it had been with Rebel, and as we chatted during mount up, on one of the other tracks of …
Force of Habit
I would wear my jods all day, everyday. On Tuesdays, I get dressed in my riding clothes directly, and do my day's writing all geared up to go. Yesterday, when I was putting on my socks, I realised that I am still wearing an ankle support on my left ankle. Now: The Injury of 2010 …
Into the Home Stretch…
I have one more chapter to go in my horsey-divorcey book, and I — I don't even know how to get my head around that. The last chapter to go is the penultimate chapter, which is weird, but not. It's kind of the 'biggest' one of them all, and the actual last chapter was really …
Sunshine, and the F Corner: A Weekend of Two Halves
I have been many places in the sunshine, and there is really no better place on earth than Ireland when the sky is clear, blue, and cloud-free. And there is no better thing to be doing than racketing around the fields, up in the hills, on horseback. If you're not me. I have had an …
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No Pictures, No Ribbons, No Nothing — But a Really Good Round
We didn't jump on Tuesday, and we didn't jump on Saturday, and I woke up on Sunday wondering, Do I remember how to jump? I ride often, but I haven't been riding for very long, and so stuff like that gets into my head. In the beginning, even up until my second year, time taken …
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