The first splash through a water complex always feels like a handshake with the sport itself. You ask, the horse answers, and for a few strides the world…
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What My First Water Complex Fall Taught Me About Eventing
Smart Cross-Country Warm-Ups When You're Running Short on Time
Picture this: you've just finished your dressage test, flung your jacket back at the float, and the next time you look up the cross-country warm-up is already…
A Calmer Float Trip To Your Next Horse Competition
A competition day often starts long before the dressage steward calls your number or the cross-country warm-up opens. It begins when your horse walks towards…
Why I always check the weather before heading off to an event
There's a particular kind of panic that hits when you're halfway down the M1, the trailer lights bouncing in the mirrors, and the sky ahead turns the colour of…
A thank you to the person behind every great day
When I pull up after a clear cross-country run, heart still hammering and horse still bouncing beneath me, my first thought isn't always about my own…
Reading the signs your horse needs a mental break
Eventing asks a great deal of a horse's mind. Between the collecting ring precision, the bravery needed for cross-country fences, and the steady nerves…
Lessons from watching a top rider walk the course
The first time I really paid attention to how a top rider walks a cross-country course, I was standing in the boot scraper line at a Melbourne event with my…
Rewarding your horse after a good run
There's a moment just after the beeper goes off and you've slowed your horse to a walk where the world feels different. Your pulse is still hammering, your…
Finding A Quiet Moment To Breathe Before Cross-Country
Cross-country days have a particular kind of noise. There are float doors banging, boots being pulled on, coaches calling times, horses snorting at unfamiliar…
Why soft hands matter more than strong legs in eventing
For years I chased the feeling of a perfect leg. I squeezed, hardened, did endless two-point without stirrups, and rode through burning thighs believing that…