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A birthday bonus guide for Dutch casino explorers

A birthday is a natural moment to celebrate, whether that means spending time at the stables, following a horse trial, or enjoying a little online…

Why Your Horse Needs Time To Stretch After Dressage

A dressage test can look quiet from the sidelines, yet it asks a horse to make constant adjustments. Transitions, lateral work, collected movements, changes in…

Reading An Unfamiliar Cross-Country Fence

A cross-country fence can look straightforward from the back of a horse, then reveal an entirely different question when you walk up to it. The brush may be…

What To Pack In Your Eventing Emergency Kit

Eventing has a habit of revealing the one thing you forgot to bring. A torn glove can become a problem before show jumping, a loose boot can interrupt a…

Why a Quiet Barn Helps Me Ride Better at Events

Eventing has plenty of noise built into it. There are tannoys calling riders to the dressage warm-up, floats arriving before sunrise, hoofbeats on firm ground,…

How I Use Visualisation to Ride a Clean Show Jumping Round

A clear round starts long before I pick up the reins at the in-gate. For me, visualisation is the quiet work of walking through the course in my mind, noticing…

What A Spooking Horse Taught Me About Partnership

There are rides that look successful from the outside and rides that change something quietly inside you. The latter may involve no ribbon, no perfect score…

The Best Way to Practice Flying Changes at Home

Flying changes can look like a single polished movement, but the change of leg is only the visible part of the exercise. Underneath it sit balance,…

How to Keep Focus When Your Friends Are Watching

There is a particular kind of pressure that arrives when the people in the rail-side seats know you well. They have seen your horse spook at a plastic bag,…

Why I Always Thank My Ground Crew After a Run

When I finish an eventing round, the first people I look for are rarely the judge, the photographer or even my friends gathered beside the arena. I look…