A frosty morning, a flat equestrian park with views as far as Mt Baw Baw. A passing train to Warragul goes "hoot hoot hoo-oo-oot". Princess freaks out. The dressage judge is wondering why I bother. Between a rubbing saddle, and an improvised medical armband, we find a horse shoe for good luck. The showjumping course rides beautifully - every ounce of my showjumping training with Greg Smith is put to good use. The eucalypt jump, the dazzle boards, and the pot plants don't faze us. Clear. I manage a smile.
It's good to feel humble.
On the way home ... the car plays up. Must have been talking to the horse.
The Coonara
8 years ago
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