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!
So yesterday I said I had a car crash. Today it was all about car issues! Everyone is home safe and sound and that’s what counts.
When we left Aston-Le-Wells yesterday to head to our stabling, we ended up going on a magical mystery tour. Several road’s closed due to HS2 (no comment). We ended up going down what can only be described as tracks. To the point where I feared dear Toby was going to tip over. It’s rather disconcerting being the lead driver when the road is getting narrower and narrower. And the Sat Nav kept re-routing.
After a few dodgy moments, we arrived safe and sound. Only to find out that one of my team member’s car had broken down and needed to be recovered. This morning as a team, we turned to the Four Musketeers. Her partner went with the car. Another team member hitched the trailer up to her lorry and her husband drove it back. And I drove her and her horse back.
All was going well till we got a call from the fourth team member to say that she and her husband had broken down too! She and her horse were recovered, leaving her husband with their car and trailer. They were recovered later.
You seriously couldn’t make it up!
I said I wanted to make memories with my Buddy Boy. We all agreed that this was a weekend we’d never forget! I came home with my memorial plaque, there’s a couple of photos that seem to show I can actually ride and three new friends too.
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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