Bean and I had a good, but slow, XC round. We took our time, I had decided solid round better than fast round. She gave me a crazy collected canter between fences 2 and 3 that just made me laugh. She spooked a bit every time she saw a person and did not like when we saw another horse through the trees, but she was really quite good. By about halfway through she stopped over jumping and I was able to ride proper like. I was shocked when we were approaching the last fence and there was a rope where there hadn't been when we walked the course, causing us to have to turn around, go back, and reapproach. Oh well.
Touching back on our stadium round: the Taskmaster had neglected to mention that Bean hadn't jumped a course of fences in ten years. And that she was the only one who had ever jumped her. Wish I'd known that Friday morning, as we could have schooled a stadium round and perhaps saved us the messiness of our one that counted.
All good though.
A Note About This Blog
I used to be a writer. Unpublished, but a writer just the same. I have several 100,000 word novels sitting on my hard drive. Then I fell off a horse and got a concussion that scrambled my brains really good (yes, I was wearing a helmet.) After that forming a written sentence was very difficult for quite some time. It's still difficult, but at least now generally the sentence structure isn't egregiously flawed. Verbally and written wrong words pop in, I switch words around, and sometimes I make no sense at all. It isn't because I don't have knowledge of grammar and punctuation, but my brain simply can't do it sometimes. Reading this blog you're accepting that there's going to be things that look like typos or make no sense. It's not because I don't proofread, it's because my damaged brain doesn't see what's wrong. I try my best, but things will slip through. I don't need them pointed out, I know they're there, but if I continued to worry about them I wouldn't write at all. I didn't for quite some time. It's painful as a past master of words to use them so badly, but fortunately the words don't seem to mind.
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