Noodlejaffa
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Well, we have survived. How I am still awake having been up at 4am I do not know, but hey ho.
Took my mare to her (and mine) first ever showing class at a local agricultural show. More about getting some experience for her - she does super flatwork and jumps the moon, but she's still getting to grips with the going something that isn't a dressage show. She's six, but can still throw almighty wobblers when her brain is overloaded with things.
Anyway, just entered the ridden hunter class as everything else had jumps. Class had 24 of us in it and was being judged by Beanie Sturgis. Poor Amber just didn't quite know what to think of things. Managed to negotiate our way to the warm up arena (passing the noisy vintage tractors, ice-cream vans and shetland pony fancy dress!) and warmed up in baking hot weather. She was feeling rather perky! Entered arena and could literally feel her brain doing overtime - still, she coped with the walk, trot and the canter. I probably didn't open her up enough, but I had visions of her throwing in one of her corkscrew exclamations so I was pleased she remained calm and controlled! She even managed to contain herself when there was a child wrestling a large poodle on the ground as we cantered past!
Given it was our first time, I'm afraid to say we didn't have the double bridle, brown tack, sewn in plaits or quarter marks, but I still enjoyed it and came out with a smile on my face (and we weren't last!!). A few pics to bore you...
Took my mare to her (and mine) first ever showing class at a local agricultural show. More about getting some experience for her - she does super flatwork and jumps the moon, but she's still getting to grips with the going something that isn't a dressage show. She's six, but can still throw almighty wobblers when her brain is overloaded with things.
Anyway, just entered the ridden hunter class as everything else had jumps. Class had 24 of us in it and was being judged by Beanie Sturgis. Poor Amber just didn't quite know what to think of things. Managed to negotiate our way to the warm up arena (passing the noisy vintage tractors, ice-cream vans and shetland pony fancy dress!) and warmed up in baking hot weather. She was feeling rather perky! Entered arena and could literally feel her brain doing overtime - still, she coped with the walk, trot and the canter. I probably didn't open her up enough, but I had visions of her throwing in one of her corkscrew exclamations so I was pleased she remained calm and controlled! She even managed to contain herself when there was a child wrestling a large poodle on the ground as we cantered past!
Given it was our first time, I'm afraid to say we didn't have the double bridle, brown tack, sewn in plaits or quarter marks, but I still enjoyed it and came out with a smile on my face (and we weren't last!!). A few pics to bore you...