Wrong delivery

After all the work throughout the week I took Fame for a relaxing trail ride on Saturday, in nice weather.

We had a good time.

This time we took some smaller paths through the forest.

On Sunday it was our next show.

And on Sunday I regretted the calm ride we had had the day before.

I should have taken her on some tough canter interval training instead.

Had ordered: A relaxed, co-operative, nice dressage horse.

Got: A fearful antelope with too much energy. The type that always has to be on watch, and teleports three metres to the side. Knows how to run, but has difficulties to bend.

Aaaargh.

Adding spice to the stew they had mounted a tape band (you know the type that the police uses on TV at crime scenes) as a separation between the warm up and the show arena.
The wind came in strong gusts and suddenly that tape (three rows of them) came alive and attacked.

Yes it did.

An antelope must always look out, and stay alive.

The antelope's rider, however, was close to a heart attack.

My daughter on the other hand (we started in the same class), kept cheering me up in the warm up pen with comments like "Charlie feels SO fine today" and "He is quite nice on BOTH reins"

And the black cloud over my head kept growing.

Helloooo? Anyone wants an antelope today? They are on sale? No?

A daughter perhaps?

Needless to say, our performance at the show was not one to be remembered.

My daughter?

She did her best ride ever in that class (LA) I believe, a very nice program with a relaxed, but attentive horse.

And won the class!

I was a happy and proud Mum, and rode my antelope home.