It being a Saturday that Soph isn’t working we had a hectic start to the day.
We had breakfast in bed, mugs of tea, watched a film on DVD – also in bed – and eventually, somewhere around 11am, lurched downstairs.
Soph cleaned then went in to Witney to get a very attractive and slightly funky haircut, I went up to the yard, threw Tom in the lorry and we drove here for a cross-country schooling session.
We studded-up, tacked up, booted and suited-up and hacked around the ground, trying to decide which fences we’d jump and in which order.
It’s a really nice schooling facility; the fences are very well-designed and solidly constructed. The going on the ground was excellent.
And the sun shone – and what a difference that makes!
Tom, bless, jumped everything brilliantly.
The new Bit seems to be doing the job, Tom was forward-going but slowing up after a fence proved a lot easier than the last couple of times over cross-country fences.
When we were done, untacked, unsuited, unbooted, groomed off and rugged up, Tom was so keen to get home he sprinted up the ramp and almost pulled my arm off!
Bless.
On the way home I stopped to fill up. £126 for a tankful of diesel. Gulp!
With Tom groomed (again), munching on his tea and rugged up for the night I dashed home for a quick shower, in to fresh clothes and out to the cinema for a 6.30pm screening.
Tonight’s film was the new Matt Damon vehicle: Green Zone.
And now it’s 10.36 and we’re watching No Way Out with Kevin Costner being emotionally detached (as usual).
This is a day of many films and tremendous amounts of adrenaline this afternoon.
Does it get much better?
We have a show-jumping lesson with Owen tomorrow morning, I’m just waiting to be told what time.
Hope it’s not too early!
A “Brennig synapse” fired in my head the other day, as Mrs. B and I drove by: http://www.briarwoodfarm.us/welcome.html
It was quite a layout of barns and pastures, and even had a small training area with a few fences. Rural Virginia is horse country, after all.
Grab a Bing map for: 1601 Pleasant Ridge Rd, Virginia Beach, VA.
Hmmmn… at first I thought you meant that you, emotionally detached as usual, were watching Kevin Costner ‘act’. Then I realized the sentence made much more sense if I took the other possible interpretation.
And I’m flattered that you would title a whole blog post merely based on the pulchritude of the first commenter 🙂
Bulldog, interesting looking place. But *shudder* so many children. Aarghh!
Merry, I can’t help it. After a successful belt around a cross-country course my hormones go haywire.
Do you have a 100 litre endurance tank?
Lis, you’d have to ask Soph that one.
Smirking in a very infantile way 🙂