It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity.
Boy did Dickens get it right when he penned that beginning to Tale of Two Cities!
My age of foolishness peaked (I’d like to think) with the thought that Vinnie and I were ready to step up a gear and tackle a more competitive environment.
Not ready enough, it would seem.
The Lovely S was on hand (bless) to capture some pretty excellent dressage.
This photo shows he’s pretty relaxed with the whole thing and that he has an unexpectedly extravagant trot movement (for a Thoroughbred ex-racehorse):
The second photo shows he can be extravagant (though less so) on the right rein too:
I like this third photo, it shows he’s relaxed right down through his back and he’s working in to a really soft canter:
And finally the last movement – ‘Halt, Imobility, Salute’. Unfortunately Vin is supposed to be doing his ‘bit’ of the salute – standing in an outline ‘on the bit’ with his head toward the judge. Sadly he seems to have seen an unguarded pint of cider in the other direction and he’s gauging his chances of quaffing it before I notice. Ah well, horses, eh?
Unfortunately the dressage was the high point of the day.
He just didn’t want to know anything about jumping.
The Lovely S didn’t seem to bring back any photographs of our attempt to hurdle the Allenshill show-jumping track at 90mph. I think she had her hands over her eyes.
But – being positive and optimistic – Vin’s competence in dressage continues its upwards climb. Saturday’s marks show the trend improves with every competition.
So there’s some good in the day as well as some not good.