It’s been three and a half years but I’ve done it again.
I fell off yesterday. I was jumping a green horse round a Novice track…
I was trotting.
Well you see, it wasn’t really my fault. The blame lies entirely with Apollo.
We were trotting round in a big group, and he got so overly excited about being with other horses, rushing and tense, that he slid and we fell over.
Typical. In front of people. Apart from a dent in my pride we were both unharmed.
This made me think about previous falls. My last one was just as embarrassing; it was an inter-uni competition at work and I was warming up and demonstrating one if the horses; we were warming up with all the competitors watching and suddenly the mare I was riding reared up and spun round, leaving me sat in the sand, much to my humiliation.
My first ever fall was from a pony I had on trial. I think she spooked and bolted, with me clinging on round her neck until I fell off heavily at a corner. I was hauled up and after ten minutes plonked on another pony.
That night my Mum found me on the landing sleepwalking.