A wry take on life from an independent-minded horsewoman, long-time hostage to an old stone farmhouse with too much garden in South-West France. An Unexpected Visitor for Christmas. Friday, January 5, 2018. Christmas rolled in here on chilly billows of dense fog. Not that the animals expect the day to be any different from their usual routine and, with the exception of a heartier-than-usual dinner, neither do we. So, where was I? Really did appreciate the thought.

Road to Bronze, July 25th; My First Dressage Show. What should I do? Should I approach the judge? Well my indecision put Monarch off the bit and he lost impulsion. I looked up at Deb, and she seemed still focused on the test, so I proceeded. When I did not get another ring from the judge, I simply continued with the test. Before I knew it, we made the half circle at E, down centerline to G, halt, salute.