A personal blog about eventing, horses & life in the middle of it all

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Preparing your horse for a loud and crowded show jumping ring

A quiet training arena can feel like a different sport from a busy show ring. At home, your horse may listen beautifully while you ride alone, with familiar…

What A Bank-Hunting Horse Taught Me About Eventing

There are horses that make cross-country feel like a conversation, and there are horses that treat every solid obstacle as an opportunity to negotiate. Mine…

Why I Always Carry A Spare Pair Of Gloves

There are some things I can leave behind when I head to a horse trial: the extra hairbrush, the second pair of breeches, and at least one item I packed with…

Practising Flying Changes Without a Dressage Arena

Flying changes have a reputation for requiring a perfectly marked dressage arena, a letter at every corner and a horse so straight that the slightest wobble…

When a new saddle rubs your horse: a practical guide for riders

You have been eyeing a new saddle for months, finally taken the plunge, and it looks perfect on the stand. Then, after a few rides, you spot it: a patch of…

Why I Choose a Double Bridle for Dressage but a Snaffle at Home

Anyone who has spent a decade plus chasing eventing ribbons around this country will tell you that bridles are rarely a one size fits all conversation. My own…

Conquering fear on the downhill gallop

Every eventer knows that moment. The crest of the hill appears, the ground falls away in front of you, and your stomach drops faster than your horse's…

The Night-Before Grooming Routine That Sets You Up for Eventing Success

The night before any eventing competition has its own particular rhythm. Feed buckets clatter, hay nets get loaded, saddle pads get pulled from the wash rack,…

Keeping your head before the cross-country bell rings

Waiting for your cross-country start time has a strange kind of weight to it. You have done the work, the dressage is behind you, the rails in the show jumping…

A judge's car, a spinning horse, and a hard lesson

It was a warm Saturday at a grassroots event in country New South Wales, the kind of day where the sun climbs early and the judges arrive with eskies,…