Some barn days begin with a horse that will not catch, a truck that refuses to start, or a schedule that falls apart before I have even pulled on my boots.…
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There are mistakes that disappear by the time the lorry is packed, and there are mistakes that follow you home. My disqualified round belonged firmly in the…
Eventing is often described as an individual sport, but no rider competes in isolation. At a horse trial, every warm-up ring, start box, arena entrance, and…
Competition mornings begin long before I put a boot in a stirrup. The alarm goes off while the yard is still dark, and for a few quiet minutes I lie still,…
A horse spooking at a fence can turn a familiar approach into a split-second test of balance, timing, and trust. The jump itself may be ordinary, yet a shadow,…
There is a particular moment in eventing when the arena, the judges, and the neat rows of white rails disappear behind me. My horse lengthens into a…
An eventing weekend rarely begins when the horse enters the dressage arena. It begins days earlier, when someone checks the truck, studies the route, watches…
I thought my first novice event would be defined by the three phases: a dressage test, a show-jumping round, and a cross-country course. In reality, the…
Choosing a bit is one of those jobs that can look simple from the outside. Walk into a tack shop and there are rows of stainless steel, rubber, lozenge,…
There is a particular kind of tiredness that arrives during a long cross-country run. It is not quite the same as the fatigue after a hard schooling session or…