• My adventures

    Lesson at Trent Valley

    Hello again from a busy lady! Urgh! MAs! Anyways, I want to share with you the story of my last riding lesson. I want to share it with you, because it was one of those lessons where you realize that focus is needed at sports! Well, and how beautiful a day in the yard can be if you’re focused! Oh, and how intelligent horses are! That day I had Rupert, a well-built, white, tall horse, with a lovely back. Like any equine, Rupert has his own character; he has his own mind about where you want to go. OK, and he’s intelligent. And maybe polite to other horses (aka, not…

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    An Engage session at Trent Valley

    To my excitement, I received an e-mail earlier this week from the Uni’s equestrian society that I had been secured a place in the Engage session, which is organized now and then at Trent Valley Equestrian Centre. Our society is HUGE this year and, after struggling to secure a place in one of the lessons, I could not believe my luck! The much expected day arrived and, yes, the weather was perfect for riding! The sun was shining, there was zero wind and I couldn’t stop looking at the English nature through the minibus window. My father says that Crete is the best place in the world, the most beautiful…

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    Back to Trent Valley

    Most students hate autumn. But I love this season. So many beginnings; new people, new modules, new notebooks, and for the equestrian society of the University of Nottingham, a new year of subsidized lessons in Trent Valley! The committee say that this year the members are over 500, the highest number ever, and of course all those people want to learn how to ride and volunteer for RDA yards! So, imagine, what it takes for a member to secure a lesson, and how hard it is for the committee members to organize everything! So here we go, it was my turn to show up in Trent Valley for my first…

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    Inspiring people in inspired places: A trip to Scorpton RDA centre

    Hello again! I would like to write about the exciting trip I had with the RDA group of the university’s equestrian society last Wednesday, 7 October! We went to Scorpton for an equine therapy session, organized by out equestrian society in partnership with our disabled students’ officer. My first-ever equine therapy session! The day hadn’t started very well. After many brave attempts to get up from bed (as I had exhausted myself up trying to fix my politics blog the night before) and the realisation that it was raining, I made it to the library and afterwards to our meeting point, outside Portland building. Our companion consisted both of disabled…

  • Equestrian clubs,  Uncategorized

    Egvus: My home equestrian club

    I have not written much about Yannis’ equestrian club, have I? Or, at least, I have not devoted any post to it yet. The name of the equestrian club where I go at home is called “EGVUS”, just outside of the centre of Ierapetra, Crete. It is situated just opposite to the Aghios Andreas beach, and is surrounded by a range of hotels. The facilities are very small, and advanced lessons are mostly carried out outside, in the surrounding roads and fields. The whole club is indoors, with a roof made of professional warmhouse materials. Also, inside you will find handmade furniture, and -yes- handmade wooden jumping fences. Yannis has…

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    See what happens when the British riding culture mixes with the Greek one

    Today I had a very productive equestrian lesson. We trotted across the surrounding fields and paths and it was amazing. The class lasted for more than an hour -yay! Yanis was very happy with the progress I’ve done in my trot.  My posture is not perfect yet, but, well, this is why I still take riding lessons! I was excited to show Yannis and my friends what I’ve learned in Britain, so, here we go,  decided to show him how the Britons dismount. It went hilariously wrong!! Please note that the man on the video is a friend and not my instructor. My instructor, Yanis, was just watching. What happened, no…

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