I shall quietly draw a curtain over my extended absence from the world of blogging…let’s just call it ‘summer’, shall we?
Weekly lessons have been more or less regular, despite the hideously humid summer and the fact that I’m a wilting northern blossom in the heat. My ancestral climate preference is for cold and possibly raining. I don’t thrive in the heat.
However, despite my inclination towards feebleness, we have persevered. On the hottest of days, G was gracious enough to make the lessons all-about-walking, which can be surprisingly complex if you want it to be.
So, this past Sunday we upped our game and did practice run-throughs of our very first dressage test.
I know, right?
You’d have to understand the utter wealth of baggage I’m carrying in relation to dressage to fully appreciate the enormity of what we accomplished. More on that another day.
I can’t for the life of me remember what level it was….there was walk, trot, canter and some 20m circles, no frame required. Simple enough, but not really, y’know?
The ring was in dire need of harrowing, there was an accumulation of jump standards and poles, there was a giant muddy bit at one end and the letter markers were in the wrong places and had no letters on them…so not exactly the pristine conditions of your average dressage venue.
Nevertheless, we were not terrible.
Our straight lines were not straight and we rather hurried through (because lets get it over with, yes?!?); we frequently went off-course as I forgot which fence post represented B or F (was it the third or the fourth one from the gate?).
But, we were not terrible.
In fact, we were pretty okay.
There’s hope for us yet.