Sunday P and I headed to Windridge for the 3rd weekend in a row, this time for XC schooling! We were meeting up with Bette, Sara, and a local horse friend, Paula. My goal was to get out and school P on some of the things we didn’t have on our course last weekend, like water/ditch/bank, and jump some BN jumps.
P is not the most fun horse in the world to take group schooling anywhere. He always has to know where the other horses are and gets annoying if we venture too far away. It can definitely be a challenge to keep his attention on what we’re doing and off of the others. He doesn’t get like that when we’re alone (which is 99% of outings/competitions), even when he’s in a sea of horses, but he definitely knows when he’s in the company of friends.
Thank you to Bette for all the pictures! They gave me the warm and fuzzies.
After warming up, we headed right to the water.
Well, that was easy.
So then I added in a jump we jumped last weekend to the water. Omg, the right drift is killing me. More on that later.
Then in an attempt to correct
our my ever present right drift, I aimed to go left on landing. Still drifting. Ugh.
So then we headed down the hill to the BN/N bank. P has only ever schooled the baby one at Kingfisher, so this one was about double its size.
P hesitated for a second going down, but was still a willing participant. Definitely more practice is needed for me before we add speed to a bank like this that lands on a downhill slope, but this was a good starting point.
Then we headed to a line of jumps. In a continuation of the right drift, let’s play a game of “Did P jump the starter or BN jump?”
I mean, come on.
It’s definitely more me than P…I sit heavier to the right. And we’ll get a straight approach….then something happens in the last couple of strides when I focus more on leg on to ensure he actually, ya know, JUMPS, and I must do something that causes the last second drift. Many gymnastics are in the very near future.
Then the others moved to the warmup area since Bette, who was horseless thanks to a loooong, drawn out abscess, hopped on Sara’s pocket rocket, Gem.
And mean old me made P head to the start box to continue jumping.
We started with the blue rolltop that we did last weekend.
Then the BN rolltop.
Then we all headed to the ditch area. P didn’t care about it at all, which is his usual response to ditches, unless I TELL PEOPLE THAT.
Next I asked P to jump the cabin we jumped last week. Except this time I stopped riding a few strides out and he stopped. Because forward, remember? Well, he jumped it the second time when I actually put my leg on. 100% my stop, not his, and I don’t want to jinx it, but stops in general are getting much fewer and far between.
Then the other way because Bette said she could get a better picture that way. Anything for a picture, amirite?
And then after a swift kick in the pants from dear Bette, put together the BN cabin and ditch. P obviously had trouble.
Then a little hanging log/stones to the small cabin.
And finished with another trip over the BN cabin to ditch.
But goodness, BN is looking quite small (and feels even smaller)!