So this weekend was really one of ups and downs. On Friday Merlot 🍷🐴left for her new home in the UK. Thanks to everyone who asked if I was ok – I am as sometimes you have to make tough decisions but when its for the right reason it’s the right decision. She has gone to a wonderful person and a great home and I wish them the very best success together.
Scroll through Facebook or Instagram and it is on many ‘inspiring’ quote or hastag #livingmybestlife but you’re not, your horse is. Horse ownership should come with a disclaimer that explains its most about being covered in hair / mud / poo and paying vet bills or replacing expensive broken things. If you don’t agree let’s look at just a few reasons why your horse is living a better life than you right now
Shows in general:
“He / She was BRILLIANT” = I was sadly not that brilliant and we did not place hence the lack of any other details
“Just a few problems” = It didn’t go well and I don’t want to go into details. In fact I want to go home and eat my own weight in chocolate and hug my duvet.
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.
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