We had a mini-meeting after the cross-country schooling on Monday, brought on by the discovery that Tom had bitten his tongue at some stage while on the course.
Nothing serious, and only noticeable by a few flecks of dried blood on his Bit.
But this is an interesting development, we think it means that the big brown jumping pony curls his tongue back as a kind of stress-thing.
If this is true we could be on to a solution to the problem; this afternoon we’re going cross-country schooling at a venue he’s never been to before. We shall made adjustments to his bridle to try and stop the tongue thing.
This could be a reason why he turns in to a total twat when we compete ‘for real’ rather than jump for schooling-in.