The last time I was as Hartbury College it was to watch he who cannot be named (our eldest) play the Leicester Tigers under 21's as HWCBN was a member of the Gloucester under 21 academy. This was just before he went to the land down under and played for the a team in Canberra which I think were called The Gundalin Eagles or similar, and just before he blew all his 6 months rent on an air safari of New Zealand while drinking with members of the British Lions team and seconds before he phoned home with a dad I think I might need some more money phone call. He's easier to please now, hand made place mats make his year.
So quite why yours truly was retracing his ten years ago footsteps was simple. He was making sure his beautiful and oh so patient wife did not return from the Horse Show exclusively for Andalusian (spell check) Horses like this fine chap called Hero who lives a bit more than a stones throw from Rock HQ, with anything live apart from me. Since moving to Rock HQ and making the bold statement "No horses" and finding we now have seven I thought it a wise move.
It was also an opportunity to see how three year old Andalusian horses are shown in the ring. Dressing like an out of work wedding singer is apparently compulsory.
Thankfully there were some lovely horses to look at.
I really liked this one.
There were some examples of what happened when horse owners have too much time on their hands. In all it was a great show, lots of horse jumping, dressage, beer, bacon sarnies, chips, more horses.
Just as things got really interesting with horses dressed as Christmas decorations, Umpa Lumpas and Aladdin's Genie (honest! nothing to do with the beer!) we had to say goodbye and head back to the ranch full of ideas of alternatives to rounding up sheep on quad bikes and a real insight into the lives of these fabulous horses. Which is just as well really as behind the scenes at Rock HQ, our best kept secret is a two and half year old Andalusian gelding called Pronto.
More of him later.
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