I got Edward to load Xaile as I had a feeling he might leap on and I was reluctant to jar my back any more than was necessary. In the end he was a good boy and only bounced a little.
(Checking my list!!)
He was so quiet on the drive over Claire had to go back to check he was ok- he was- just happily eating his haynet.
When we got there I found a place to park near my friends' lorries and right by the stables. Again I was a little nervous that he might fly off so I put his cavesson on for a little more control. I was right, he jumped right from the top to the bottom, but as I thought this might happen I let the lead reins run through my hand so no problem for either of us.
He walked very happily to his new stable and settled very quickly, tucking into his supper as if he was at home. He really was remarkably calm, whenever we went to check on him he was peacefully eating his hay.

We set our alarm for 5.30 to get up in time to give him his breakfast before getting started on the plaiting. I was a bit worried about the plaiting as I didn't have Ali to do it for me. Claire on the other hand had done a great job of practising on her share horse. She did the near side and I thought I'd have a go on the off side and was puzzled to find that I could do it. This was a relief for now and the future. We spent a good while getting Xaile a sparkling as possible, and Claire did a very fine job on his filthy white socks that I couldn't reach because of my sore back.
I was quite worried about how sore my back was so I asked Kim, from Bluehorse, to warm him up for me. He was a little unsettled at first, but so much better than at any show yet and quickly settled to working, but was very wiggly. Kim suggested that in this situation it's worth playing him at his own game, ie if he wants to go sideways, make him go sideways, but the other way.
Then we had rather a long wait for our class which was running late, eventually it was time to tack up, get dressed and go. I didn't spend much time warming up as by then it was getting very hot and I didn't want to tire him, but I just quickly checked I could cope with walk trot and canter, and was relieved that while canter was a bit jarring they were all bearable.
Then came another great long wait in the hot hot collecting ring, firstly waiting for the judge, then for 2 remaining competitors. Then into the international arena. I'd been so nervous about this, but Xaile took it all in his stride and walked happily in taking everything in. Then came an even worse wait. We walked round and round and round and round the ring waiting for the 2 competitors, it felt like hours, but was probably more like 20 mins. The good news was that by then Xaile was even more settled, but the bad news was that I was getting very sore and also rather nervous.
I was very proud of him in the line up as he actually started by standing still, but there was a dun horse that clearly wouldn't and he was ridden backwards and forwards behind the line up which wound Xaile up rather, and by the end he was back doing Jambette and digging for Australia!
The Individual show started really well- he went off in one of the best trots I've had out of him. I was so thrilled by this I didn't really concentrate on the canter transition and for some reason felt that he was on the wrong leg so brought him back to trot and then off again, unfortunately this rather unsettled him. Also, I was wrong about the leg, no idea what I was thinking, but I suppose it was nerves. The canter on the other leg was good though.
There were some lovely horses in the class and we weren't placed, I was a bit disappointed as I felt he'd gone nicely apart from my mistake, but he is immature looking so that might have been why.
We left his plaits in between the two classes to give him curls for the parade class, and apart from a good bath to cool him down and some fresh water and carrots we left him alone to relax for a few hours before tacking up for the parade class.
Again I didn't spend long warming up to save him and my back, just checked I could do it all in my Portuguese saddle. I'd taken rather alot of pain killers by then and found it didn't hurt at all. My father had very kindly come to watch the class and so took some pics of me warming up.
Frustratingly the Parade Class started with yet another wait, this time even worse. We had to parade around in the heat while Sylvia Loch was interviewed. Xaile didn't seem to mind the heat and was having a ball, but I was turning liquid in my velvet costume. None the less it was great fun and such a thrill to be there.
By the time I had watched the dressage to music, which I had withdrawn from, it was very late, but my friends Patrick and Tetua had been so funny with their 'Battle of Wriggly Snake' it didn't matter.
Our class on Sunday (Novice Riding Horse) was the second one so I decided that it would be unlikely to start before 10 and following all yesterday's waiting around I also decided that it probably wouldn't be necessary to get up before 7. In the end I woke up a bit before that, rather stiff and sore.
I managed to plait both sides of his mane this time while Claire did a fantastic job on his tail. When we got down to the warm up ring it was already hot and people were all very lethargic, just standing round watching the other classes. We had a brief walk trot and canter and he was going beautifully and my back was sore so there was no point in doing more.
There were 19 in the class and the judge (the same one as a Windsor) had us walk round a little then halt and then have us individually trot to the back of the class, it was like being back in a riding school. I was terribly nervous, and while Xaile gave me a beautiful forwards trot, I didn't manage to keep him very straight, my fault really, I was so nervous I didn't concentrate and our turn was so quickly over. Then he had us walk and trot round together on each rein and I was absolutely thrilled with him. He actually began to lengthen his strides and felt absolutely amazing and even quite straight. So I was really quite disappointed when the judge didn't put us through to the next round. He was nice though and explained what he was looking for- a well balanced horse that would be a pleasure to get on and ride. I suppose Xaile isn't terribly balanced yet, but still I felt he went beautifully. The horse that won was ridden in Portuguese tack and only a curb bit which I have to say irritated me a bit as that is far from novice, but there we go.
Then it was time to pack up. Hugo came to join us to sit with me driving the lorry home. Xaile loaded beautifully, we said good bye to Claire and set off to go. I put the key in the ignition and nothing happened- I couldn't even turn it. Everybody had a go a turning it, we tried every key on the ring and nothing worked. Eventually we gave up and called the NFU rescue out. It turns out that something had broken in the barrel of the lock and he had to break it off!!! How unlucky. Meanwhile Xaile stood beautifully calmly in the lorry being fed carrots by Hugo and periodically soaking me in water when I offered him a drink. It was the coolest place to leave him as there was a good breeze through the box.
Again he travelled very calmly and peacefully. Ali unloaded him when we got home and insisted he walked calmly off, which he did. He was very happy to be home in his own stable and rolled and rolled.







































