Worst nightmare x2!

Saturday contained the worst experiences in my horsey exsistence! We rock up on Saturday evening to feed the 3 boys and we can only see two of them in the field. I jump over the gate thinking that Ara would be at the top or behind the tree but he was not to be found. The field is pretty secure with thick/high hedges all around and fencing so for him to have escaped didn’t enter my head. If it had been Chino or Archie then I would immediately jump to that conclusion as they are both idiots and would happily jump out if needed as they have done in the past, but Ara…no way on this world as he’s a big wimp and he would have completed the risk assessment in his head and ruled it out even if his life depended on it! 

Now, I do not deal well when things go Pete tong and I proceeded to wander around the field looking like a drunked and wailing like a cat! All that was left of him was his welly boot with the poultice inside (get to that bit later!). My worst nightmare was coming true…someone had stolen him!!! Looking back on it, it was a sightly exaggerated thought- why the hell would anyone steal Ara and not the other two, of tans the padlock was still around he gate!!!! I have far to wild of an imaginataion! 

Then the husband shouted ‘got him!’ before proceeding to shout at me to hurry up and get a head collar! ALLRIGHT ARSEHOLE, I’m in a state of shock here! One look at him and I freaked out. He was covered formhead to tail all down his left side in scratches, cuts, lumps, you name it he had it! 

The worst of it was when I ran my hands down his legs, pulled my hand away and it was covered in blood! Sweet mother of god, wtf had he done! On closer inspection he had a huge gash on his Pastern/fetlock joint which continued to drip blood after being hosed and a pretty deep cut on the front of his cannon bone. 

The lumps turned out to be hawthorns stuck in him after husband found the place he’d escaped from. 


To this day I don’t know how or what causes him to go though, over the fence and hedge and I don’t suppose I’ll ever know but it makes no sense especially when looking from the other side. He clearly landed in the hedge to have all the thorns but he must have also gone head first at some point as his muzzle was bleeding and swollen and his bottom teeth were bloody. On the landing side there’s ask is ditch so I’m guessing the scrapped legs have come from scrambling about trying to get up and out of it. 

The vet came out, took one look at the fetlock cut and asked if we had transport to get him in to the vets. She was hugely concerned that he had cut through the tendon sheath especially as he wasn’t bearing any weight in it. 

My poor psycho boy just stood there wanting constant reassurance and head cuddles and me stood there wanting he same from the husband, minus the head cuddles! Needless to say, only one of us got what we wanted! 

Once at the vets we settled him in his stable and the vet explained they’d do some tests and let us know in an hour or so and if he had damaged it then he would need an operation…worst nightmare number 2!! 

About 2 hours after dropping him off we got the news that he hadn’t damaged anything!! Hallelujah! BUT…as he wasn’t bearing weight on it they wanted to keep him in to find out what was wrong. Hmmmm, well I suppose at least he doesn’t need an operation so that’s one good thing. 

Next morning we get a call to say he’s walking and trotting up sound, eating everything in sight and he’ll be good to come home the next day! YIPPEE! 

I was so pleased to see him when I went to collect him despite the fact he completey blanked me and let out a huge whinny whilst looking at my husband and dad waiting outside! Cheers Mate, you weren’t saying that on Saturday though were you you big wimp! They managed to get a few of the hawthorns thorns out but there’s still so many stuck in him and we just can’t get them out with tweezers or anything! Vet doesn’t seem I think it’ll be a problem as he’s had antibiotics etc but I’ll double check tomorrow when she comes to change his leg dressing. 

He’s currently got staples in his leg which can come out in 2 weeks time and he’s on box rest which is proving to me hard work but on the plus side, he does get to stay away from from bully boy Chino so not all bad. 


Now before all that kicked off, as mentioned in previous post, Ara had been lame for a few days on his back off side leg. Luckily the farrier was coming out to do their feet and shoes so he checked aras foot and started scraping away the hoof and then poof, abscess revealed! On looking closer at his foot you could see a slight mark on his coronet band where he had obviously banged it (we’re thinking it may have been at the gallops the week before). Our farrier explained that what happens is a bruise develops from the bang inside the hoof which has the. worked its way straight down and fluid has built up hence why he was lame. You learn something new everyday and I’ll keep an eye out for this in future. As soon as the pressure was released he was sound on it but we poulticed it up to draw anymore infection out. 

So that  was Saturday!!! My god I don’t want a repeat of that in a hurry! 

Sunday was an afternoon of competing but I’ve written enough for now, I need a cuppa tea โ˜•๏ธ! 

Toodle pip ๐Ÿ˜˜

It never rains but it pours!

British weather!! We all know it sucks but my god it’s doing its best to wreck havoc on getting the horses fit for competition. 

I’m happy hacking out for months at the beginning of the year when the fields are too soggy and i need to build their basic fitness but once April hits you’d think I’d be able to get in the fields and work on everything else but no, this weather has other plans for, well, my plans! 

First we have no rain for pushing 8-10 weeks apart from the odd drizzle which amounts to less than the amount of tea I drink in a day! The ground is so hard that no riding can take place and we have our first victim in the form of chino and a popped splint. I’m pretty sure it’s his own fault for acting like a dick head in the fields and racing around and I can’t keep him in the stable as he jumps out! Yes, he literally jumps over the door, how I do not know, or goes bat shit crazy if the top door is shut so we have no choice but to put him in the field! 


So the rain came last week and I was as happy as a kid in a sweet shop! Telling everyone at work to stop moaning about it raining and actually enjoyed being out in it. That was until it continued to rain for days… and days…and days…non stop! So much so that the fields are now too wet to ride in, one field is flooded and I’ve now got injured horse number two, Ara, from what I can only assume is jarring himself when running about in the field! 


To make matters worse, Chino insists on showing everyone that’s he’s the boss and chasing the other two around if they’re eating the patch of grass that he wants and so Ara isn’t getting rest and keeps running away from the grumpy arse for fear of getting another giant bite on his bum- which incidently is covered in them already thanks to Chino. 

So no riding for me again today with Ara out and Chino with two pulled shoes!!!! Oh and also no Rockingham Horse Trials at the weekend as the riding club can’t pull together a team so thats us not able to go either which I was rather looking forward to but hey ho we’ll go SJ at Onley instead all being well and horses are sound!! 

Toodle pip ๐Ÿ˜˜

Family fun at the gallops


For the first time in years (I’m thinking it’ll be near to 20 yrs), I spent time with my Uncle and Aunt over the weekend. I’ve never had a large family around me for reasons I won’t go into but it was so nice to spend time with close relatives who also have a love of horses! 

My Uncle (dads brother) was a stable lad for 40+ years and so we took the two boys to the gallops so he could have a ride. He’s knocking on the door of 65 I think and hadn’t been on a horse for 7 years but when he got up on Ara my ex racehorse, he looked like he’d never been out the saddle. He looked so relaxed and natural and when I watched him go round he was so stylish. 

We started on the circular gallops which is 6 furlongs long, setting off at steady gallop with me following behind on Chino. For anyone thinking of having a go on the gallops- keep your mouth closed if you are behind another horse unless you want a taste of sand, dust, shit and anything else that gets kicked up by the lead horse!! 

After a 5 min breather we set off for another circuit. This time I had to hold Chino up as he was pulling and wanting to lead however, I got around the last bend and he surged forward so I let him have his head and started a race!! We rocketed down the final long side with me thinking I was riding the final furlong of the Cheltenham Gold Cup!! I could see Ara and my Uncle in the corner of my right eye but Chino got his nose to the ‘made up’ finish line first before I then Shat myself at the sharp left bend we started to race around!! Brakes…where are my bloody Brakes!!! Ara took some zig zagging to pull up and I was trying to dodge his arse end and pull Chino up whilst also laughing at how rediculus i was!! 


On the walk back to the trailer my Uncle said he couldn’t work out what was wrong with Ara on the final lap- ‘I got him nice and relaxed and he was running smoothly and on the last bend he just took hold of the reins and started pulling…then I saw you fly past you mad woman!!’ 

Once back at the trailer we switched horses and headed for the bottom of the hill gallops me now on Ara and Uncle on Chino!  I was told not to leave him behind as we set off up the 5.5 furlong gallop although trying to tell Ara to stay was easier said than done! As we hit the hill there was unfortunately no holding Ara and off he went leaving poor Chino boy behind. About half way up Ara then ran out of steam and I pretty much had to carry him then rest of the way. After what felt like 10minutes, Chino and Uncle arrived at the finish with Chino puffing and panting like a 50 a day smoker!


All the way back down both Ara and Chino provided the sound effects by farting every three steps and I just sat there thinking, please don’t think it’s me farting!! 

Both horses loaded up and home we went only to arrive back at the field to Archie the escape artist in the cordoned off section of the field!! God only knows how long he’d been in there! 

Sunday, the day of (no) rest and our plans to hack the two boys out changed when bringing them in from the field only to discover Chino had lost a back shoe so off I toddle with Ara on my own. 

I think I burnt more calories on that hack than I would doing an hour of dressage schooling! He jig jogged literally all the way round the 8 miles- thank god I don’t have a weak bladder otherwise there’s no doubt I would have had a soggy saddle within the first mile!! 

So now this week I’m prepping for next Sunday’s competition with the riding club at Rockingham International Horse Trials. Exciting!!! Both the husband and I are in the team although I think I may have pushed myself a little by saying yes to the 1m class having never done a 1m competition before! Yes I’ve done it at home but I’ve not much jumping experience with Chino so perhaps I’ve been a little over zealous with my confidence! Ah well, no better place to push myself than at an event open to hundreds of spectators!! I’m a bloody idiot!!! ๐Ÿคฃ

I’m sure they’ll be lots to write about after next weekend so for now, 

Toodle pip ๐Ÿ˜˜

Eventing – a game of three parts!

This weekend Chino and I completed our first ode in the 90 unaffiliated at MM. As he’d been off most of the week with a leg issue I was dreading the dressage given we hadn’t practiced it other than for a lesson on the Saturday. The lesson left me feeling more anxious as he just wasn’t playing ball and wanted to play giraffe instead! 

We rock up on Sunday and get him all tacked up and looking wonderful which is a good thing as I’ve got the worlds worst  headache and so I look like someone’s pissed on my cornflakes so at least one of us looks the part! On a side note I had purchased myself a lovely tweed jacket especially for eventing occasions and was so looking forward to wearing it, until the thermometer hit the high 20’s and I was ready to go all hulk and rip it right off! 

Warming up wasn’t a pleasurable experience, we couldnt get the canter right, he still insisted on being a giraffe and I was getting more het up with each circle! Anyway, in we go and it’s all going well until the left lead canter where we continue round on the wrong leg at which point I’m ready for throwing a proper kid tantrum! The test continues with our circles becoming squares and imaginary letters being our transition points and then the final canter comes and we only go and get the wrong bloody lead again. Back to trot to start it again and this time it’s all good apart from the manic smile I did have had been replaced by something you would run from on a dark night! I now look like someone’s force feeding me the pissed on cornflakes from earlier! 

Get back to husband and I’m close to tears, (so very emotional I am!) and he asks me why I brought him back to trot!! Apparently the canters were both on the correct legs and I’d got myself in a nuclear mood for nothing! The husband didn’t leave it there though…! Now what man in his right mind pokes the bear when the bear is angry? Well my man it would appear! ‘Just forget about it’ ‘it doesn’t matter how it went it’s all fun’ ‘we need to work on your reactions’ ‘your in a right mood!’ YOUR IN A RIGHT MOOD! Did you honestly just say that to me! Oh well now you’ve told me that, that makes me feel a whole lot better, thanks hubby for pointing it out you friggin lunatic!! 

In hindsight, his comments were fully justified and I do need to stop worrying about things when it goes wrong as there’s not much you can do about it then is there. Not that I’m going to tell him that I think that, nor am I apologising for being a cow to him when he provoked me! 

After a quick tack addition and more tablets I toodle off to the showjumping where Chino appears to now have woken up and is raring to go. The sj was not the best round in terms of style as I’m still very much getting to grips with his way of jumping but we only have the one pole down so by the time I’m out the ring the red mist has lifted, as has the drilling in my head and I’m feeling a little better and ready to take on the xc. 

I used to hate xc, the feeling of galloping around undulating ground and charging over the fences in an uncollected manner just filled me with dread. After watching me on Sunday you wouldn’t know it!! Literally the best experience I think I’ve had on Chino. Given he’s not really known for his speed he flew round being only 1 of 4 with no xct penalties! He loved it and when I asked for more he gave it, pricking his ears further forward and rocketing on. We crossed the finish line with me replicating the grand national finish (a little over excited I think I was), only to realise that I had to find the brakes pretty sharpish otherwise we’d be dodging the lorries in the car park. 

Husband was thrilled although I think he was secretly happier that I no longer looked like a bulldog chewing a wasp as opposed to me nailing the xc! 

With Chino cooled off and back in the trailer we head down for a cuppa tea and for a piece of cake I’d eyed up within the first 5 mins off arriving that day! My dads arrived by this point and checks the results of the dressage. 43!!!! Now I no it wasn’t the best but 43 seriously. I’m pretty sure they were marking my attitude which could well be the reason for such a stinker of a mark. My dad then rounds off the day of stupid male comments by saying ‘ah you could have done with getting ten less!’ No shit Sherlock!! I was drinking tea at this point and munching down on carrot cake so the bitch face didn’t really make an appearance as it had with hubby earlier but it was close to surfacing! 

Anywho, Monday afternoon arrives and the results appear on Facebook and I’ve only gone and come 10th! I moved from second to last up to 10th purely down to the xc! I couldn’t bloody believe it and had to keep checking they’re done it correctly. 

It made me realise that eventing really is a game of 3 phases and it’s not over until it’s over. Yes the dressage plays a huge part in the game and I really do need to sort it out if we’ve any hope of progressing however, I’ve learnt that there’s no point in letting my emotions get the better of me half way through a test or the day. I should have known that really after watching Badminton the same weekend and seeing how influential the xc was to the leader board. 

So for now I’m gonna get my dressage head on and really work at it. I’ve entered another ode at the beginning of June and luckily it’s the same test so at least I can work on the bad parts and nail them next time.

And after writing this and seeing how much I’ve written, I realise what a lot of jibber jabbering I must do at home about horses and how much my poor husband and father have to put up with!!! 


For now, toodle pip ๐Ÿ˜˜

Product Reviews (1)

As promised here are a few reviews of some products I have used and love!

Premier Equine International

I LOVE their products and I’ve become hugely obsessed with everything!Image result for merino wool saddle pad, premier equine

It started with the Merino Wool saddle pads and has escalated from there. Having tried other well known wool saddle pads and had them ruined in the wash, i thought i would give these a go and I have not been disappointed. They fit our saddles and horses impeccably well particularly my high withered sensitive backed thoroughbred. They also wash great and have not come apart like other brands have despite being washed numerous times. And lets not forget the amazing colours they have right now as well as the traditional Image result for merino wool half pad, premier equinecolours.

Moving on from the full saddle pads I then purchased theย Merino Wool half pads which
are equally as great and for those of us who like to switch up the colours of our saddle cloths then this is a great alternative to a full pad and they have a variety of colours. Again they wash brilliantly but as they are not directly on the horse they don’t need to be washed as frequently so they have become part of my daily tack wear.
The clothing for riders is classy and of great quality. I have purchased a few items for around the stables including the technical layers and fleece and actually won one of their instagram competitions receiving a beautiful Empoura Competition Shirt in Navy Blue. The fit is brilliant and super comfortable even on my arms which are pretty manly(!) and so sometimes ย sleeves can be a bit tight. Not only does it fit great but it looks super stylish under my navy Pikeur showjumping jacket so will most definitely be purchasing a similar one in the future.

Aztec Diamond

I discovered this brand over a year ago and have fallen in love with the technical leggings so much so that i have 4 pairs. They are the most comfortable things i have ever ridden in and favour these over jodhpurs every day (apart from competition obviously!). The are super flattering and have a range of colours although I do favour the navy. I bought the limited edition leggings in khaki which come with a zip pocket which i think is a great addition as they other have nothing i can put my phone or money in however, the new leggings that have been released for SS17 do have an in built phone pocket ย but i’ve yet to buy these!

I got bought a lovely dark red base layer for my birthday from the husband and this has now become my cross country layer. I do find it slightly on the tight side so i would suggest going for one size bigger especially if you to are blessed(cursed!) with larger than average chesticles!

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Next on my ‘to buy’ list from Aztec Diamond will be another baselayer which im thinking i’ll get in white and a pair of the jods. I fell in love with the mauve pair but it was coming up to Christmas when I saw them and I thought spending nearly ยฃ100 on myself instead of the husband may have been a bit bad!

 

 

More reviews to come including the new ice boots, infrared boots and competition jods from PEI. All past reviews can be found in the menu section.

Know it alls who know f**k all!ย 


What a start to the weekend! For the first time in 5 years I got abuse off a woman whilst out hacking. I don’t think anything pisses me off quite as much as ill informed people who insist on vocalising their opinion. Whilst waiting by a little bridge in out quaint little village to let the traffic through a woman stood quietly by the side of the road. As I rode off I thanked her for waiting and she mumbled ‘you shouldn’t be on the road.’ Not thinking anything of it i just carried on until she told me I should find a nice quiet track to ride down. I stopped, a little flabbergasted and turned round and asked if she was kidding me! I mean, we all choose to ride on the road don’t we- they are the safest places to ride!!!! 

The woman repeated it again along with there’s no need to be on the road! Well….I don’t think she bargained on the smiley Saturday hacker to give her what for given she stood mouth wide open! I very politely told her that she clearly knew nothing and she was in no position to voice an opinion when she doesn’t know the facts. I’m quite sure I uttered some other clever response to her before telling her to have good day and trotting off!!! 

I was and still am raging about it. I know I shouldn’t but my personality unfortunately doesn’t allow for me to forget about these things! 

The best of it was she then shouted back that she used to have 50 horses! THEN YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER YOU DUMB ASS! What horse rider WANTS to ride on the roads given the choice. There’s literally two bridle ways next to me – one leads to a busy main road and a train track and the other crosses from one road to another so tell me you clever shit, what do you want me to do- fly on my magic unicorn to these tracks?!  

Why do people think as horse riders we have access to anyone’s fields and tracks? Are pedestrians allowed to ramble wherever they damn well please? Errrr no that would be trespassing so why do you think it’s any different for riders? I’ve never seen a pedestrian or cyclist told they shouldn’t be on the country roads so why is it acceptable for people to think they can shout at us on horses. I mean, not all pedestrians even walk on the correct side of the road and many cyclists around me don’t wear helmets! And before you say it I know cyclists get abuse ( we’ve all seen the hat cam footage doing the rounds) but I’m talking about round where I live not in towns etc where most of the abuse seems to be aimed at cyclists. 

I love the fact that the BHS have put adverts out there to stress the importance to drivers the need to slow down and take care but I feel that’s just angered some people even more in the rage against horse riders using roads. Perhaps highlighting the reasons why we need to use roads might lead to more understanding of the issues we face! 

I’m lucky that my horses are good on the roads but I no longer ride and lead as I feel that’s a step too far with the road users as they are. Most are lovely and very friendly but you do still get the odd couple that fly past faster than the Flash! In the end I don’t choose to ride in the roads- I haven’t any option if I want to go for a ride longer than 10mins. Our village is a 30 mph limit so there shouldn’t be any reason for any one to be upset about seeing a horse rider. 

Please, to anyone out there who have the same opioion as this spineless individual who didn’t dare say anything until I rode off, think about why we’re on the road. It’s not to piss you off or because we think we’re better than anyone else although when you verbally abuse people who are going about their daily business, then perhaps I am better than you because I would never shout at someone I don’t know and on a topic I don’t understand fully! 

I have to say, I do feel better after than rant now even if I do still keep thinking of other clever response’s I could have come out with!! 

For now

Toodle pip ๐Ÿ˜˜

Gnashers!ย 

The two boys have just had their teeth done by our wonderful vet from Hook Norton veterinary Surgery. I was feeling pretty anxious about it as Ara is unpredictable and a wimp- two things which do not make for great outcomes! I mean we used to have to use two tubes of domosedan for farrier visits he was that crazy – we don’t any more thankfully! 

Both boys were sedated and both over reacted at the needle although Chinos biggest reaction was from the stethoscope where he nearly flattened me against the stable wall trying to escape the cold disk of horror against his belly!! Muppet!

Aras teeth are pretty much ok and has a full set which surprised me given the person we bought him from claimed he’d had one removed.  Not the only thing she told fibs about it would appear! 

Chinos are good apart from a bit of decay in one so got to keep an eye on it but should be good for another year now. I’ll have to stop feeding him the Haribo โค๏ธ to keep his teeth in better condition! 

So both boys are now snoozing for the next hour while I keep a close eye on the dipstick who insists on hanging his head over the door and pretty much cutting off his oxygen supply! 


I’ll be reviewing the new boots I bought from premier equine over the next couple of days- Infrared Therapy and some cold water boots so check on my products brand review page for details. 

For now, 

toodle pip ๐Ÿ˜˜