Anyone who’s followed my previous blogs knows how horse-obsessed I am. No matter how hard I try, its very difficult to find somewhere to ride, especially since I don’t drive. I'm left reliant on public transport, which although is great on my end, isn't so great on the other. Most yards are in the middle of nowhere, unfortunately.
I finally found a yard about half an hour away from me that I love. The owner is a superstar, I like her and she's very knowledgeable. All the horses are stunning and well looked after. The yard is clean, there’s everything you could possibly want… I could definitely go on about it over and over. From the minute I got there I fell in love. Especially after having an awesome lesson out on the cross country course on a gorgeous black gelding. He brought me around the track easily and rekindled my love for both riding and jumping. I was so eager for more, desperate to get back in the saddle again.
So in July I finally had a break in my schedule and got back in touch to come to the yard and help out with a pony day. Followed by a good blast in the freshly mown fields. The morning was bright and sunny, and I enjoyed helping out and having fun with the horses and kids. Then came my turn. Tacked up and warmed up in the school, enjoying my rides beautiful paces. It started off brilliant. Zorro, the enormous handsome gelding was amazing. We had a nice trot and canter then made our way down the field to start the gallop with a few others. Off we went, the wind whipping my face, whooping and yeeha-ing. Honestly, I don’t even remember how the disaster happened. I lost a stirrup and in my adrenaline and panic, I made a massive mistake of leaning down to put my foot back in. Zorro bucked with excitement and I came off, hitting the ground pretty hard and knocking myself out. The next while was incredibly hazy since I was badly concussed.
The hospital told me I had completely destroyed my wrist, fractured my elbow, broke my pelvis in three places and my tailbone.
So many weeks later here I am - metal plates in my wrist, screws in my pelvis and on enough painkillers to flatten a horse. I’m a nervous wreck as well as that. I’m worried I’ll never get on a horse again in my life, but I’m also terrified I will get back on and for the same thing to happen. I know how lucky I am, I had just replaced my helmet and I’d have probably died if I hadn’t. Every time I see a video of someone going out hunting, or a gallop, or even just a wide open field, my heart wrenches and speeds up. I’m getting my wrist splint off this week, so maybe, just maybe I’ll see how long it is until I can get back on.
Is this horseless horse addict going to be a horse addict no more? (The image I've used is of myself a few years ago on another pony)