Where to start?!? So much, and so little, has happened since last. Just bare with me that this text has been sitting in my Notes for a solid 10 days already, so adding to what’s known.
Never loved hacking out so much as I do here
Days are just blending in and I’m so so happy to ride top quality horses and have a watchful eye on me over fences. I can flatwork, but jumping has been a less and less currant thing in my life the last two years, and having a Swiss nations cup rider looking over (and shouting at!) my riding is superbly reassuring. I have two horses “permanently” signed to me, one 15.3 devil pony and a 16.1 bay bitch. Love them to bits. Both are 5yr olds and super special, and I’m only here for 6 weeks, so if I break a leg, who cares? The riders don’t want to deal with them tooooo much. And I get it, they are doing 6-8 horses a day, all day, every day. They don’t want to get hurt, and having a special one that will take up the same time as two horses is going to disturb the rhythm of things. And I kind of went on a rodeo the first day on a 3yr old and my eventing stickability kicked in. So there’s that! Playing the part of the dummy for now.
Devil pony. Look at that cheeky face…
We have been to shows, local and international ones. Barbra is in Italy his weekend with 4 horses and the riders that are at home are busy coming and going with the young ones. It’s always go go go, and I love it. Location wise of the stable is horrible, not a town or social life within reach, so I can really dig in the whole horse camp-feeling. Nothing but equine and cows. Loads of cows. Everywhere.
White is firts place colour here. Doesnt make any sence for the rest of the world
It’s day three in Seween. Everything hurts. After mostly dealing with broodies for the last two years and maybe ridden 2-3 horses a day, being tossed up on 8+ponies a day a doing 16 straw stables, walker duty, sweeping the biggest courtyard I have ever seen and realising my German is oh so poor, I’m a little sore in both legs and arms.
The mare-face is real. All the time.
It may only be a few days in, but I have already learned a lot. A few new tricks when it comes to grooming, how knew Nivea body lotion is a perfect substitute for hoof oil?! Will add that to the list. Riding wise I could not ask for more. It’s fun again, and the diversity of the horses are great. You can ride a freshly broken 3yr old at the start of the day, and finishing up riding a lesson on a 150 FEI horse that will jump you out of the saddle, and they you ride a baby stallion out on a hack in the most diverse countryside around. It’s a dream.
Eventers hacking dream!
The whole team is gone to the performance test today, so I’m alone, and it’s a bit scary. We all started at 5 this morning to get it going before the guys had to leave. So I will have a two hour break at lunch, and the straw shed looks tempting for a nap.
Breaker-stables. ex showtent
Friends are a funny thing. I know a lot of people, and then there is the Golden Circle. They know all the dirt… Keep them close or they might tell! Bribe them with biscuits and alcohol and they will stay loyal forever.
When I was in America, Roberto called and asked what I was doing in July. Well, I don’t know? Hopefully enjoying a week or two of holiday and maybe a bit of sun and banter? July is the only time during the whole year I don’t have anything planned, and I was surprisingly fine with that.
Oh so wrong I was. I’m on the plane to Switzerland tomorrow to cover for the same man that had the indecent manners to ask me to cover his holidays!
It will be fun. Switzerland is always fun.
At least its some decent hacking in CH!
Two of my favourite weekends are coming up, and they are collaborating to give me grief over how to spend my time. Tomorrow is Midsummer Eve and it’s the biggest holiday (including Christmas!) in Sweden and it’s something that is imprinted on us from an early stage. Think from the crib-stage. After months and months of darkness, to celebrate summer over three days is something spectacular.
The other best thing is that Hickstead International is starting today. Four days of jumping in one of the best arenas in the world with awesome Derby and side classes that keeps you going all day. Even us mortals can enter Hickstead and live to tell the story. I have to make due with the live cover, but it’s decent enough and free to watch. But nothing beats the atmosphere of it. It’s like the old times, phone bars are unheard of, so you actually have to talk to people and if you are a group, bring a walki-talki. No kidding.
The wall from the Novice Championship. Big enough!
What strike me most about this place, like so many others, is the friendliness. It’s an open atmosphere and mostly just for fun. When anyone tells me that they are going, I know that they will have a good day out. Food, people, dogs and horses. Shopping could be a bit better, but there is plenty to go around. It’s like the RDS but in the UK. National and international classes are being mixed, showing and just “tweed” is the word that pops up in my head. Just can’t say enough good things about it. There is also a Speed Derby before the big Derby, and it looks completely doable…with half a bottle of wine before and a ex 4* eventer, then I’m all game.
So while I’m running between the kitchen and the living room, making sure the food for tomorrow isn’t getting to burned, I’m slightly jealous of the grey clouds and heavy threats of rain over West Sussex, bring on the wellies and have a go at some jumping.
It takes every fiber in my body to not drive to the airport and take the first plane over to Ireland and give a welcome kiss to our newest addition of crazy. Fingers are itching to just click ‘buy’ on Norweigans website, but head is screaming ‘You haven’t had a holiday for 2 years!’ Oh the troubles.
He is only a few days old and my heart is melting away every time I see this video. Dee know how I like my boys!
Enjoy the accent 😉
He is just called Red at the moment, proper name will come when we get a feel about him. He is by Luidam out of a Capitol mare that is a classy lady in all manners. He is one sexy boy! 😍
I have been contemplating if I should have a blog or not, due to my inconsistent of both internet access and writers block. But a new chapter is starting and I need a place to write down my experiences and day to day life happenings.
Should have started off by introducing myself, my name is Lexi and I’m 27 years old. I have been working professional with horses since I graduated at the age of 19. Have been grooming for international events, trained numerous of working students, been running a large stud and breaking more youngsters that I can remember. I have been extremely fortunate to have surrounded myself with amazing horse people and masters that have been willing to teach me all they know.
About a year ago a good friend of mine acquire a rundown farm in West Sussex, and it’s the start of a new path. Much work is still needed for it to run they way we want it, but it is on its way.
I hope you will follow me on a roller coaster of building permits, soggy fields, cheeky youngsters and tea time. Can’t promise much, except that I always will be honest and not sugarcoat it. It’s the muddy truth behind a fabulous exterior.