atot
Well-Known Member
I was handed over the chalk on the most vile day possible at a PC XC competition, because the steward needed to calm her nerves, but disguised it well by ''needing a pee''.
The chalk was useless on this little blackboard, the rain was NOT helping me keep all the numbers on, parents were screeching at me, I was wrapped up in at least three layers plus an oversized barbour to protect myself from the jostling, nippy ponies and the parents who were basically assaulting me so their daughter/son could go next on the 'xc' which was actually a bog/eternity of mud.
I had people offering me hotdogs to let their kiddy skip up to the top of the endless queue, althought I never actually recieved anything (yes the corrupt world of pony club got the better of me
) probably because the driving rain and biting wind snatched it first. I fell over twice in the mud, and eventually I put on a balaclava just to keep the pack of parents at bay from scratching my eyes out.
Communication was eventually reduced to hand signals because noone could understand what anyone was saying, and I was promoted up to wearing a hi-viz vest so people would realise I was a ''steward'' and would not trample me.
My face was basically frozen into one position, so I couldn't even express disgust at some chavvy little girl yelling at me to let her go next, although I was extremely tempted to push her off her horse and watch her drown in the mud.
I eventually chucked the towel in when I fell over for the third time, and realised that the little blackboard was in danger of sinking in the muddy mess that was slowly engulfing me/ponies/lorries which had to be towed out of the hell hole.
My mother ran around handing out turnout rugs to equally traumatised/freezing children, and some camped in mum's car whilst their parents bidded for any source of warmth at the mobile cafe/stock exchange.
A fellow jump judge was lucky enough to escape unscathed apart from being wrapped in tin foil surrounded by paramedics after she began to feel 'a little nippy'.
I however, was left completely traumatised and unable to speak of the experience until now, so thank you for listening. Would anyone else like to share any similiar experiences with the group?
The chalk was useless on this little blackboard, the rain was NOT helping me keep all the numbers on, parents were screeching at me, I was wrapped up in at least three layers plus an oversized barbour to protect myself from the jostling, nippy ponies and the parents who were basically assaulting me so their daughter/son could go next on the 'xc' which was actually a bog/eternity of mud.
I had people offering me hotdogs to let their kiddy skip up to the top of the endless queue, althought I never actually recieved anything (yes the corrupt world of pony club got the better of me
Communication was eventually reduced to hand signals because noone could understand what anyone was saying, and I was promoted up to wearing a hi-viz vest so people would realise I was a ''steward'' and would not trample me.
My face was basically frozen into one position, so I couldn't even express disgust at some chavvy little girl yelling at me to let her go next, although I was extremely tempted to push her off her horse and watch her drown in the mud.
I eventually chucked the towel in when I fell over for the third time, and realised that the little blackboard was in danger of sinking in the muddy mess that was slowly engulfing me/ponies/lorries which had to be towed out of the hell hole.
My mother ran around handing out turnout rugs to equally traumatised/freezing children, and some camped in mum's car whilst their parents bidded for any source of warmth at the mobile cafe/stock exchange.
A fellow jump judge was lucky enough to escape unscathed apart from being wrapped in tin foil surrounded by paramedics after she began to feel 'a little nippy'.
I however, was left completely traumatised and unable to speak of the experience until now, so thank you for listening. Would anyone else like to share any similiar experiences with the group?
