lucemoose
Well-Known Member
I decided to take her ginger highness to Patchetts today to jump in the Am classes as am under trainer and mum orders to get back out jumping a height and not keep piddling about at the intro shows or doing HT.
But I like piddling about!
Unfortunately, my mum decided to brew a stinker of a cold last night so I had to head out on my own this morning. Its not that we are a well oiled, highly synchronised team or anything- I mean she cant work a camera and I try to avoid letting her touch a warm up jump- but shes my mum and she buys me tea and gives me thumbs up when I dont fall off.
Sooooo, team ginge heads off around the M25 on our adventure, get there without incident (The last time I headed off on my own the wheel on my trailer fell off) and got parked up by the best parking guy ever, so I was actually in a space and had room to leave, shocking isnt it
I entered and walked the course and as it was our 1st time back indoors this year everything seemed close but until fence 12 nothing was meaty or daunting, the last part of the JO circled around the entrance to the warm up but didnt think much of it.
and OMG. I adore Patchetts. But on todays events I dont EVER want to go there again. 25 in the warm up, despite repeated attempts to get all except the next 10 to jump out, people happy hacking in pairs on the track, a mass crowd at the entrance waiting to jump - the last time I checked BS was not a team jumping exercise, so why are there 7 people all 'ready' to jump. Also, I dont know if this is a SE phenomenon, but the herds of Arabic owners were out in numbers! Note I use Arabic as a descriptive term, not a racial slur in the slightest but they are large in number, slow moving and take up a lot of space..quite often the wrong space like just where you want horses to be! Oh and the usual eventers on the wrong rein
vile mothers and the usual "did you brush your hair this week" rapunzelites who give BS a baad name.
Of course, her highness is fit as a newt and the lack of space and pressure from other horses added to my own horrid insecurities about being on my own meant our warm up was shite, we even crashed through an oxer and we never do things like that. She kept spooking at someone in a flapping Point 2 jacket, I dont understand as she had no BP on? Surely she would just get uber whiplash if she fell off??!!
Aaaaanyway, headed in, deep breaths, prayers to my god and off we went and holy cow the horse had springs, I swear I was licking the rafters all the way around. Clear so into the JO course and no shenanigans, just power jumping until we slightly missed the penultimate fence so skirted it and popped over on our re take, no biggie, then came up to the last oxer which had a hanging filler headed away from the warm up chute and pony just said 'cant!' , again, no biggie but the bell rings for elimination and the judge commentates "What a shame! but elimination" so at least we had a fan! I raised my hand to signal that I had heard and came around for one last shot at the oxer only to see the next MUPPET of a rider standing in front of my jump. Cue a XC bellow from me of "LAST FENCE PUHLEASE!!!"
and of course, my pony says sorry but no again.
Felt all sorts of fail. Calmly trotted out the ring, gathered our collective brains and popped the oxer in the warm up, rode over the M1 bridge and had a big bottom lip wobble until we felt composed enough to head back, finish up and head home.
Moral of the story is, dont forget your mum.
But I like piddling about!
Unfortunately, my mum decided to brew a stinker of a cold last night so I had to head out on my own this morning. Its not that we are a well oiled, highly synchronised team or anything- I mean she cant work a camera and I try to avoid letting her touch a warm up jump- but shes my mum and she buys me tea and gives me thumbs up when I dont fall off.
Sooooo, team ginge heads off around the M25 on our adventure, get there without incident (The last time I headed off on my own the wheel on my trailer fell off) and got parked up by the best parking guy ever, so I was actually in a space and had room to leave, shocking isnt it
I entered and walked the course and as it was our 1st time back indoors this year everything seemed close but until fence 12 nothing was meaty or daunting, the last part of the JO circled around the entrance to the warm up but didnt think much of it.
and OMG. I adore Patchetts. But on todays events I dont EVER want to go there again. 25 in the warm up, despite repeated attempts to get all except the next 10 to jump out, people happy hacking in pairs on the track, a mass crowd at the entrance waiting to jump - the last time I checked BS was not a team jumping exercise, so why are there 7 people all 'ready' to jump. Also, I dont know if this is a SE phenomenon, but the herds of Arabic owners were out in numbers! Note I use Arabic as a descriptive term, not a racial slur in the slightest but they are large in number, slow moving and take up a lot of space..quite often the wrong space like just where you want horses to be! Oh and the usual eventers on the wrong rein
Of course, her highness is fit as a newt and the lack of space and pressure from other horses added to my own horrid insecurities about being on my own meant our warm up was shite, we even crashed through an oxer and we never do things like that. She kept spooking at someone in a flapping Point 2 jacket, I dont understand as she had no BP on? Surely she would just get uber whiplash if she fell off??!!
Aaaaanyway, headed in, deep breaths, prayers to my god and off we went and holy cow the horse had springs, I swear I was licking the rafters all the way around. Clear so into the JO course and no shenanigans, just power jumping until we slightly missed the penultimate fence so skirted it and popped over on our re take, no biggie, then came up to the last oxer which had a hanging filler headed away from the warm up chute and pony just said 'cant!' , again, no biggie but the bell rings for elimination and the judge commentates "What a shame! but elimination" so at least we had a fan! I raised my hand to signal that I had heard and came around for one last shot at the oxer only to see the next MUPPET of a rider standing in front of my jump. Cue a XC bellow from me of "LAST FENCE PUHLEASE!!!"
Felt all sorts of fail. Calmly trotted out the ring, gathered our collective brains and popped the oxer in the warm up, rode over the M1 bridge and had a big bottom lip wobble until we felt composed enough to head back, finish up and head home.
Moral of the story is, dont forget your mum.