Welcome to blog! I started it in 2020 to chart my recovery from breaking my ankle (hence the name). I guess no-one saw a global pandemic coming. It's turned into a place where I can talk about the things happening in my life, my horse and my cats. Enjoy!
We did something a bit different this morning. We did some unmounted groundwork. The instructor had set up an exercise to help mobilise the horse’s ribs. It looked really easy when I watched it…
When it came to our turn. The instructor took Buddy through first. I could see he was working it out. All he has to do was slowly walk from one side of the pole to the other diagonally.
She told me to park him for a minute so he could think about it all. Then it was my turn to take him through. I really struggled to get my body in the right place and my aids at the right time. So she suggested I park for a minute so I could think about it all. That made me laugh.
It worked as I was much better the next time. She’s been teaching us for 9 years now, so she gets us. And definitely me.
This afternoon it was course jumping. It was very hot in the arena. I rode in singing ‘feeling hot, hot, hot’. I know it’s usually for cricket, but it was very apt.
After my unscheduled dismount on Sunday, I wasn’t sure which Buddy I would get. Or whether I would be tight. I needn’t have worried. We were both on good form.
It’s been hard keeping us all cool. We’ve all had a lot of water – on us and in us. I’m so glad I bought extra electrolytes. There has been a lot of sweating.
Last day tomorrow. Always bittersweet. It’s been another brilliant camp.
So 2020 was going to be my year. The year I got my life sorted after being served redundancy notice from my job in November 2019. The year I ticked off more things from my horsey bucket list. The year I got my mental health back under control and reduced stress in my life.
I had a plan. And it was a good one. Then the plan changed dramatically on 2 January. I came off my horse at speed and broke my ankle. Badly. Like all good equestrians, I got back on and rode back to the yard, sorted Buddy out and then drove myself to A&E. That’s where this journey really began...
I was sent home from A&E and told to crack on, only to receive a phone call later to say they’d missed a fracture (and a rather serious one at that). Whoops! So fracture clinic on 3 January, surgery on 5 January and home to recover.
I started this blog as a way to chart my recover back to the saddle. As I cleared clinics and competitions out of my diary and wondered what the next few months would bring, it's been a safe space for me to say how I'm feeling.
The new plan was to get a new job, to keep Buddy is kept ticking over and recover from my injury. Another good plan! I didn't expect a global pandemic, lockdown and all that happened in 2020.
This blog has changed over time but it's continued to be my safe space to share the things going on in my life, with Buddy and the cats. Enjoy!
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