Monthly Archives: September 2013
So about a week and a half ago the orange train and I headed off on another side saddle adventure, one I had been looking forward to for weeks. Ciara O’Connell (this lady: http://sidesaddleciara.wordpress.com/) had organised for a group of us to travel back to Ballyduff House near Thomastown in Kilkenny to avail of lessons with side saddle instructor Jennifer Torrance before staying over and heading to Mount Juliet the following day to hack out.
Never take the p*ss out of a side saddle instructor online before she gives you a lesson. You will regret it!
If you don’t know much about wine its fair enough to judge and choose a bottle by name – who could say no to a glass of antares?
So I spent most of last week working from bed dying slowly and loudly with what has been dubbed ‘that awful dose going round’. On Wednesday evening my head was completely blocked up and as I am allergic to anything containing pseudoephedrine there was only one thing for it – a medicinal hot whiskey. My dad makes the best ones but given I can’t enjoy one and drive home I had to go it alone and I have to say it worked! The recipe for anyone else suffering from ‘the dose is below.
A friend on an online equestrian forum recently created a thread that invited fellow members to post their earliest and most recent photo of them on their horse. I went searching through my laptop for photos while feeling that aside from trying new disciplines not much else would have changed in terms of my riding. How wrong I was. I found a photo of us competing at dressage in 2009 at the AIRC festival and another of us competing this summer at the same event.
2013 has been a year of adventures with friends old and new. This continued last night when we travelled to Carrickmines Equestrian Centre to have a go at Polocrosse. Now I knew very little about polocrosse before last night but I knew it involved going fast on a horse and using a racket so that was enough to appeal to me! It was the line on the website that said “Riding players off or pushing them over the game line is also allowed” that drew my attention – I am used to doing dressage and showing where everything is etiquette and let’s face it sometimes you just want to unleash the beast and go for it.
“Irish Hunting Cob” = comfortable square shaped horse with a short thick neck and a big shoulder. Usually feels like a couch, moves like a tank and jumps whatever is in front of it. May be hogged (mane shaved off) so a ‘Jesus strap’ may be needed
“Jesus Strap” = neck strap of a running or hunting martingale or a separate neck strap on a horse with no martingale. Used during those moments of unbalance where you think ‘oh Jesus’ and need to hold on tight. Particularly useful on horses that are hogged
Today was no ordinary Monday. Yes there was the usual zombie walk across the room to turn off the alarm clock that was drilling its alert into my barely awake let alone functioning skull, the Monday morning traffic, the realisation that its five full days before the weekend (and still over three weeks til payday) and the impending work load.
However, today was the day I logged into my blog to realise I had hit 10,000 view (10,050 to be exact and that sounds even more awesome so hey lets be exact). This was utterly inconcievable when I started writing it. I honestly am a little unsure wether to be completely delighted or a little bit scared that so many people have ventured on here!
Thank you to everyone who has viewed, laughed, encouraged, kicked me up the arse and supported. Here is to the next milestone – you know that you are never going to shut me up now right?
I say this at least once a week. In the past it has been due to a variety of reasons from having a toenail removed by a hoof to getting caught in lashing rain at shows while a pony delightedly refused to load. Last week it was having to traipse around a field to catch a horse who just knew I didn’t have time to both catch and ride it. This week it was due to the horse thinking that ‘screw this I’m cantering home’ was the appropriate response to seeing a pig about 5% her size which was neither moving nor making a sound. I can’t actually play chess but I can still see the appeal of it.