Sunday, 19 October 2014

I finally get to strut my stuff

My much anticipated affiliated debut in the novice freestyle to music class was today.  Well, just call me Sir 'Twinkletoes' Braveheart!  I danced my way to 73% and many treats.
It has to be said that there were a few glitches.  She was a bit alarmed when I started in reverse gear (heh, heh!) and the canter music itself seemed to have a few hiccoughs and I thought perhaps the canter could have ended a lot sooner than it did, but none of those things detracted from my being declared a hero and a Very Good Boy Indeed.
My efforts can be seen below:




Apparently I have managed to qualify for the regional championship as a result of today.  Clever me!

Saturday, 11 October 2014

Working Equitation


We all had to have a go at the riding club's 'Working Equitation' event at the weekend.  It seems that She and Her chums are great admirers of the Portuguese rider Pedro Torres and dream of emulating him.
Pedro Torres tackling the 'bull' obstacle
Posy rapidly assessed the situation and realised that it was just horse agility all over again, only with more circles, a 'ring-a-bell' exercise and a 'bull' where the rider had a lance and was meant to pick up a ring (see Pedro Torres above!).  
We were all very suspicious of the 'bull' and I snorted at it, but it didn't snort back and I soon realised that it was just a show jump with a calfskin draped over it and a roll of masking tape balanced on top.
To make it all seem authentic they played Spanish music (presumably on the grounds that Spain was near Portugal) and some of them wore Spanish costumes.  Maddy was one of the participants, but she didn't squeal at all, presumably out of embarrassment for her rider's tenuous grip of geography.
Maddy's flamenco costume 
Anyway, a good time was had by all, even if none of them performed anything like Pedro Torres.

How quickly the excitement wore off though, as we came to terms with the tragic news that deer had been in the orchard and eaten all the remaining apples, thus decimating our treat supply.  I don't know how we are going to manage.