|Excitement reaching fever pitch just before the first rider!|
Now we're back to school, and for Tall Small, it's secondary school. Which means she isn't actually Small any more so what am I going to call her now? Miss Terribly Grownup All Of A Sudden? I shall think of something.
|That's an Olympic fence, that is!|
|Cottesmore Leap. Never gets any smaller.|
We walked for miles, and feasted on toffee vodka and potatoes roasted in duckfat.
And realised that weaving gets everywhere - this was next to one of the fences and how on earth the horses didn't freak out completely, I have no idea. I could have it in my garden though, if I could bend low enough to get through the door!