My daughter is horse crazy.
It must be hereditary. Her dad is a polo player. I love to ride, and as a child I was mad about horses and ponies.
This weekend she was in the finals of the Winter Challenge, which is a jumping competition limited to the Yvelines department, and involves about fifteen clubs and over two hundred young riders.
My daughter had a clear round, but didn’t go fast enough to get into the top ten.
(Here she is thanking her horse after the show.)
She might have done better, but the horse pecked after landing, and my daughter lost her stirrups and reins. The horse swerved a bit, and they lost time as my daughter gathered her reins and found her stirrups. I held my breath, but she managed to get the horse straightened up for the next fence and then they were clear. The horse, a ten yr. old thoroughbred, is very sweet. Her name is ‘Quit or Double’ (Double or Nothing) and she belongs to an Irish woman at the club, Dee Dee. Dee Dee is an avid rider, but is always busy, so whenever we meet, it’s for two seconds at the most, while Dee Dee rushes one way, and I amble over to the ring to watch the lessons. But here I can take my time and say thank you to Dee Dee for letting my daughter ride her horse. Quit ou Double is a lovely mare, and I know my daughter just adores her.