Grey hairs

Buddy needs to start using Grecian 2000! I spotted two grey hairs in his mane today. Or is this payback from the grey hairs he’s given me over the years?

It was a bit of a hairy one today as the wind was whipping around today. So we did a spot of indoor hacking instead.

I was feeling a little bit unsettled this morning. It wasn’t just the rain and the wind. While I was getting things ready for camp, it struck me that the last time I was away at a training camp was when I found out that Martine and my friend’s Dad had died. No wonder I was feeling a bit unsettled?! Big reframe needed there. Martine loved her camps too. So I’m going to ‘be more Martine’ next week.

Honestly the brain is a funny old thing. The weird and wonderful connections it makes. Good job I have the tools to handle it. Well most of the time.

Barnet

Buddy had another haircut today. His first clip had grown out so quickly. He got very sweaty during our lessons on Tuesday. Thankfully Melanie was able to come out and do him this morning.

So much hair came off him. In fact I think more came off this time than the first time he was clipped.

Doesn’t he look super handsome?!

Plaitathon

I headed back to the Showground today. This time without Buddy. Typically it was much cooler today. I was soon regretting my decision to wear shorts. After being a hot mess yesterday, I was verging on chilly.

Of course, it could have been that I was there for 7:30am to plait my first horse of the day. In fact I’d plaited both my charges before lunch.

Both judges were very complimentary about the turnout. Always lovely to hear when you do your best to make sure the horses look as good as they can. First horse came first, second came second. Very happy riders too!

That meant the afternoon was free to watch some of the jumping. Well I say that, I didn’t see that much. I kept bumping into people I knew. All in all, a very lovely day.

My own hair is usually a bit of a mess, but I can definitely plait a horse.

Ringlets

As a kid, I always wanted ringlets. I used to make my Mum put rags in my hair overnight to get them. All I ended up with was a sore head. I don’t recommend it, it’s really uncomfortable.

Growing up my hair was a bit hit and miss. Straight bits, kinky bits and curls. As an adult, I spent ages trying to tame it. I permed it. I even had a spiral perm. I straightened it. But it always had a way of doing it’s own thing.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve let it just be. It can do what it likes. I’ve embraced the dragged through a hedge look. And it seems that after all these years, I got the ringlets I desired as a kid. Funny how things work out…