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

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Finding Your People at the Stables as an Adult Amateur

There is a particular kind of belonging that develops around horses. It can begin with a shared mucking schedule, a borrowed hoof pick, or the person who…

The worst fall I ever took and what it taught me

There are falls that leave you muddy, embarrassed, and eager to get back on. There are falls that bruise your pride more than your body. Then there are the…

Why I write candid recaps after every horse trial

A horse trial can be over in a few minutes, but it rarely feels finished when I drive home. The dressage test has its final salute, the show jumps have been…

Learning To Trust My Horse Over A Fence

There is a particular kind of silence before a fence. The arena may be full of hoofbeats, trainers, and familiar voices, yet my attention narrows to the horse…

My Go-To Stretches for Tight Hips After a Long Ride

A long ride can leave me feeling accomplished, tired, and slightly folded into the shape of my saddle. The stiffness usually shows up later, when I climb out…

Fueling for Eventing: What I Eat on Competition Day

Competition days start long before a horse walks down the centerline. There is the early alarm, the drive to the venue, the familiar knot of nerves, and the…

The Unexpected Value Of A Bad Show Jumping Round

A polished show jumping round gives you a satisfying result: clear fences, steady rhythm, and a score that reflects the work put in at home. A poor round…

Building A Better Canter One Drill At A Time

A good canter is one of those things riders can recognize long before they can explain it. The horse feels balanced without becoming rigid, the stride covers…

How my horse taught me to handle rider nerves

I used to think rider nerves were a problem to solve before entering the arena. If I prepared enough, memorised every movement, and ran through the…

Five Things I Do The Night Before A Competition

The night before a horse trial has its own particular atmosphere. The lorry may be parked outside, boots may be drying by the door, and my brain may be running…