Ellietotz
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It's story time 
My favourite horsey memory came a few years ago when we qualified for the ROR finals at Royal Windsor. My horse had been out of action for the four months prior to going and i only had him back in work for three weeks prior to going. I had recently lost my Dad and the trip to Windsor became something massively important to me. I worked the horse morning and night in nothing more than a muddy field.
When the time came for us to compete, Tiger jumped the most fabulous clear round and they were just going to bring the clears back in to do their show pieces but then the Queen arrived and apparently wanted to see all the ex racehorses so they brought every single one of us back in to do an individual show. That meant that, even in the huge arena, there wasn't much room and the one thing that I had wanted to do was to give it some in my extension and there just wasn't space. I was pretty gutted as I knew there was no chance of us getting placed.
Then by some miracle (thanks Dad) my number was called (about five times as I wasn't listening!!) and we were placed. It was amazing but as we came to do the lap of honour I hung onto Tiger round the corner so I had tonnes of room in front, then we let rip!!! I have a magic photo of Tigs in full flight with my head thrown back laughing. It was simply perfect.
The last time I rode my horse of a lifetime.
In line with the vet's recommendation of keeping him in work, it soon became apparent that the advice wasn't exactly wise given that my horse had a neurological disorder. I had an awful ride on him one day... the one and only time it was awful and knew I had to retire him as he was feeling discomfort. I felt sad that I'd caused my horse pain/discomfort on our last ride together.
A week or two later we had one of those wonderful September evenings when it was warm and still and just so peaceful in the village. My horse looked well when I brought him home from the paddock and he was asking to go out at dusk. I got my husband to give me a leg up and I took my horse off piste and bareback over the stubble fields around my village. He absolutely loved it and I let the reins rest on his neck so he could go where he wanted at what pace he wanted and I just sat there smiling as he explored.
In my heart of hearts I knew that would be the last time I rode him and I treasure that memory.
My favourite horsey memory came a few years ago when we qualified for the ROR finals at Royal Windsor. My horse had been out of action for the four months prior to going and i only had him back in work for three weeks prior to going. I had recently lost my Dad and the trip to Windsor became something massively important to me. I worked the horse morning and night in nothing more than a muddy field.
When the time came for us to compete, Tiger jumped the most fabulous clear round and they were just going to bring the clears back in to do their show pieces but then the Queen arrived and apparently wanted to see all the ex racehorses so they brought every single one of us back in to do an individual show. That meant that, even in the huge arena, there wasn't much room and the one thing that I had wanted to do was to give it some in my extension and there just wasn't space. I was pretty gutted as I knew there was no chance of us getting placed.
Then by some miracle (thanks Dad) my number was called (about five times as I wasn't listening!!) and we were placed. It was amazing but as we came to do the lap of honour I hung onto Tiger round the corner so I had tonnes of room in front, then we let rip!!! I have a magic photo of Tigs in full flight with my head thrown back laughing. It was simply perfect.
The last time I rode my horse of a lifetime.
In line with the vet's recommendation of keeping him in work, it soon became apparent that the advice wasn't exactly wise given that my horse had a neurological disorder. I had an awful ride on him one day... the one and only time it was awful and knew I had to retire him as he was feeling discomfort. I felt sad that I'd caused my horse pain/discomfort on our last ride together.
A week or two later we had one of those wonderful September evenings when it was warm and still and just so peaceful in the village. My horse looked well when I brought him home from the paddock and he was asking to go out at dusk. I got my husband to give me a leg up and I took my horse off piste and bareback over the stubble fields around my village. He absolutely loved it and I let the reins rest on his neck so he could go where he wanted at what pace he wanted and I just sat there smiling as he explored.
In my heart of hearts I knew that would be the last time I rode him and I treasure that memory.
This sounds lovely, would love to see the photo!