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A training day at the equestrian club
I might be from Crete, but this does not mean that I’m always there. I live in Nottingham now, studying War & Contemporary Conflict. Thank God, there is an organized riding club, which has arranged training sessions and other events with Trentvalley equestrian centre Our transportation is admittedly a pain; the equestrian centre can be accessed from Nottingham only by car or train (about 30 mins). But when you have good companion, with similar interests and you head to an organized place, you really don’t realize how time passes. Yesterday it was my turn to get by train to the stables, along with many other riders. I left my hall…
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Helmet, oh, my savior
I had planned to post a much happier blog today; a description of a day with my university’s riding club at the equestrian club. It would be very nice, really. But, as I wrote about equipment yesterday, I thought it’s my responsibility to stand on what happened today in that club: a bad fall. We had finished our beginners’ lesson and next to the arena came more advanced students, whom I enjoy watching. Today they did jumping work. They were jumping, riding around obstacles, trotting, cantering. Everything appeared normal. I mean, normal, until a mare freaked out with a female rider on her back. That specific female rider is…