My first Croome & WW event was a pre-puppy show in June. While watching hounds and trying to cultivate some sort of understanding beyond “that one looks cute” a young girl came up to me and said “I hear you’re joining our hunt. My name is X and my pony doesn’t like water.”
With the season drawing to a close I had mostly forgotten that detail, but today I remembered it as the pony threw his rider into a deep puddle, and she became the first on a long list of names being sent to Splatman for his write up and £5 fine (payable to the Air Ambulance).
Photograph kindly sent to me by Katie Smith
When a day starts with the appearance of a dead rat from the folds of a Newmarket fleece you know it is going to be interesting. It was a rather large rat if anyone is interested, and it had chosen to make its final resting place in Bluey’s rug. I changed this by putting it on the muck heap. Sorry rat.
BY STEVE KEY (one for next year’s calendar)
Ah side saddle… I’ve already covered it in this post and here, but here is a little list of things we all learn when we start getting our leg over…
- Non- riding friends will not be able to see a photograph of you riding without posting some comment along the lines of “SO LADY MARY.” Of course, just last night I killed a Turkish diplomat with my steel thighs during a bout of illicit love making. Given that my friends now post these comments on non- riding photos, I should probably check my bed for dead Turks…