#13 Lame horse? Get drunk.

Tonight is more of a sedate affair than last night. Last night was spent standing on a chair in my dressing gown, drinking too much Sauvvy B and howling Oasis into a piece of kindling, while my bemused husband looked on.



Inevitably, my intention to hack out today turned into a pampering session for Flora instead.

Her back legs are a tad puffy on and off, and her scabs are peeling off left, right and centre 😷 but she seems otherwise fit and well, which is a relief. Even minor injuries to our equine friends can lead to infection taking hold, and the previous week or two had been a worry.

Tomorrow, we are off hacking with our friends. It will be Oct 1st, so there may well be some pheasants, some gunshots and some stained pants💩, but autumn is coming, it's fresh, it's pretty, there are fewer flies and we love it 🍁🍂❤️

Back to my sedate Malbec now. Happy Saturday Night all xx

#horsebloggers

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

#15 First Encounters of the Flora Kind

Image
On January 9 th 2016, I wrapped up warm and headed for a yard on a working farm about a 5-10 minute drive away from me. Arriving on time (for once in my life), I got out of the car at 9am, breath visible on the freezing air, and walked towards the barn that housed my potential new loan horse: Flora. I can’t even tell you how excited I was. After 11 years of barely even riding anymore, this would be the closest I’d ever come to my ‘own pony’, at the grand old age of almost 32. All the whining and begging and pleading in my younger years did me no good whatsoever – horses were expensive, enormously tying and that was that. To this day, I’m still regretful but grateful that I never had my own when I was younger. I can guarantee that I wouldn’t have done as well academically, nor had as much freedom socially. I definitely wouldn’t have lived on the other side of the world for three years and experienced any other cultures. There’ll be many people out there that could’ve juggled all t
Read more

#4 It was Acceptable in the 80s (and 90s) Part I

Image
#4       It was acceptable in the 80s (and 90s): Part 1 Earlier this week, I wrote a post about pony profiles. Writing it was like being shoved from the top of a helterskelter of nostalgia, evoking a flood of other memories on a Noah and the Ark-like scale. Ever since, my head has been filled - two by two - with a number of other horsey reminiscences, which I’ll hedge my bets a few of you will recall too. So grab a glass of wine (it is a Bank Holiday, after all), get comfortable and allow me to bring you a handful of throwbacks to the equestrian 80s and 90s. This may take a few instalments… 11.        A complete and utter disregard for health and safety precautions. Hordes of kids all simultaneously trying to catch 20 different ponies in the same field. Armed with frayed headcollars and homemade lead ropes, we’d storm the field with our buckets of pony nuts yelling “Come oooooooooon!” at the top of our lungs, having to dodge a few mobility-ending tramplings in the pro
Read more

#18 Project Relax Day 1

Image
Yesterday was DAY 1 of PROJECT RELAX. Flora is naturally quite tense in the school, so since we are biting the bullet and trying to start improving our dressage, this needs sorting. After a warm up and a run through of our Prelim test at the weekend, which my friend Eli videoed, Flora’s resistance to contact reared its ugly head again, which ironically, is a perfect description of Image 1, below 🤔 . Even when she’s not obviously resisting, her jaw is clenched and she’s gener ally quite upright (Image 2). Interestingly, when we are warming up, she is happy to flop round long and low, but as soon as I shorten my reins, I tend to disappear down a hole in her back. 🤦‍♀️ She’s been checked over, had her teeth done, her bit professionally fitted and her tack changed, so it seems it’s down to a combination of my riding (makes sense) and the fact that she was trained to race, is now 14 and hasn’t done much in the way of schooling in the meantime - at least, not consistently. Sooo
Read more