Budge over Rianne, it’s my turn…
What a blast we had last weekend! Me (Kate) and Mr W (him indoors – aka Danny) loaded up our little orange lorry with all the essentials like gin, tonic, phone chargers, change of clothes (the lorry’s already choc-a-bloc with stock – joddies, jackets, head collars etc) and took Chiron Equestrian to Dorset! We have a regular pitch there at Oakfield Farm, home of Oakfield Icelandic Horses, where they hold their Spring and Autumn shows.
We arrived there late-ish Friday evening and set up ready for the off next day. After a short battle with the stall, it eventually surrendered and agreed to behave. It does help if it’s put up in daylight and not at night.
Lesson 1 = leave from home earlier in future!
Then came the time to inflate the bed….or not as the case was. It does help if you have the adapter with you and not back at home in the drawer.
Lesson 2 = leave adapter for inflating bed in lorry!
After a relatively sleepless, cold night as the quilt and blankets were all laid underneath us to protect from the hard floor, we woke to a beautiful morning and the sounds of horses… things suddenly seemed much better and after some bacon, tomatoes and hot tea, all was well with the world again.
It’s always so lovely to meet up with the friends we’ve made there and meet new ones, lots of hugs (horses mainly) and catching up on the past six months and from our lorry, with the back open, we have the perfect view and can sit and watch the activities over on the oval track. Both Mr W and myself are now hooked on these characteristic Icelandics and their gaits and I often get ‘shushed’ by him if I’m chatting when the scores are being announced! This is his weekend off from the horse arena building world – where he practises his judging skills instead (from the safety of the lorry of course).
Then, just before 7 pm there is lots of sneaking around and hushed tones as people are getting into their costumes for the most important class of all….the Fancy Dress. Hysterical and brilliant are the two words I think of to describe the outfits. The attention to detail and thought that go into them is seriously second to none and the winners prize is a voucher to spend in our lorry (seriously fought for 😉).
After all the hilarity, the evening is a time to sit outside under the now amiable stall with friends and G&T (in extremely small measures of course) and reflect on the day’s proceedings, then into (or onto) bed, (we have been rescued and are adapted and inflated by now) sleep a while and be woken by the horses waiting impatiently for their servants to tend them. Bacon, tomatoes and tea and we’re off and running again! After another day of activity then the classes end and slowly everyone sets off back home with their precious cargoes. We deflate and have another short battle with the stall, whose final attempt at being awkward is to refuse to fit back into its bag. Eventually though, it’s all zipped up and can’t escape bwhahahaha….. until the next time!
See you there next Spring!