I actually didn’t ask for a horse this Christmas, because I’ve realised I may as well put Prince Charming on my wishlist. So, of course, I didn’t get a horse for Christmas. Among my (admittedly lovely) stack of presents on Christmas day there were three horse-related gifts though, so here they are:
Much as I got a joke toy horse (still not laughing, Mum) in 2013, this year I got a book as a bit of a laugh. Further details on the contents of the Ladybird “Learning to Ride” book possibly to come in a future blog post, needless to say it’s pretty dated! Clare Balding’s second book, incidentally, is just as good (albeit with fewer horses) as her first.
My parents sort of followed in my footsteps last summer (or should that be tyre tracks?) when they went on a road trip in the US. It took some doing, but I finally persuaded them to visit one of my favourite towns along their route, and they duly bought me a Christmas present in Gatlinburg, Tennessee. Alright, so not many people will see my pink and horsey socks, but they still make me smile.
I’ve saved the best until last: as someone who is a huge advocate for safety and up to date equipment, I’ve been shamefully lax about replacing my helmet (I haven’t had any accidents in it, rest assured I would’ve pulled my finger out if that had been the case, it’s just that mine has been used for more hours than it strictly should’ve been). This was probably a boring present to most people, but a necessary one. The boring stakes got upped when I decided to go with replacing my previous one with an identical sibling (a Champion Ventair, in case you’re wondering), but I’ve had a great experience with this helmet and, with a limited budget (and an enormous head which, criminally, puts the price up), I wasn’t going to be able to afford one of the posh showjumping type ones. I haven’t adjusted it properly yet, and please excuse the slightly-awkward selfie!
I did also get a little bit of money when one of my relatives ran out of inspiration, and at the moment I can’t decide whether that will fund a new pair of jodhpurs (again, after over-use of some delightfully cheap ones, they’ve all totally given up the ghost at the same time) or a riding lesson.
Maybe the horse will turn up under the tree at the end of this year… I live in hope.