And now I know that’s ok. I haven’t hated this year, but I’ve come close to falling out with you on several occasions. You’ve challenged me, changed me but I’ll admit it taught me things I needed to experience. Life can change in the blink of an eye. Life is precious and fragile. Some losses are just unfathomable and have no reason. Yet I must thank my lucky stars that I have what I do.
This isn’t a whinge, this isn’t a moan or a self-pity party looking for the sympathetic vote - I just said I’d always be truthful on this blog. And I’m that kinda boring girl that does what she said she would do. This is an honest look back at the season from my little vantage point.
On face value, it was a great season; supporting all my awesome clients and riders, some new adventures and plenty of cake. There was also tears, mud, more mud and some big confidence wobbles.
The 26th May 2024 will forever be ingrained in my memory. Whilst we all know Eventing, alas all Equestrian sport is a risky business. I have seen some sights over the years and thought I’d seen nearly all of things, but witnessing that first hand left an imprint on my soul that won’t be faded by time. No inadequate words from me will ever do Georgie justice, but your warm smile will never be forgotten. But thank you to some amazingly supportive people that have held my hand as I have navigated those dark days. 🤍💜
It’s been rather many minutes since my last ramble. Mainly due to a lack of sparkle. Not just from the aforementioned, but in general I have found this season somewhat testing.
But all it takes is a spark, to light a fire.
In the gorgeous, majestic beauty of the Chateau de Versailles I found that spark and the fire started to burn again. Albeit not in as straightforward a way as you may first guess.
This season has been challenging to say the least and I almost cancelled my trip to Paris several times. I’d lost the spark.
As with all major sporting occasions for a spectator, there were niggles - not enough concession kiosks, lack of promised water refill stations, lengthy queues and weirdly you may say - a lack of consistency in permitted items to bring in. I played by the rules on camera equipment and lens length, but most others did not and cheated the system; this left a slightly sour taste of what might have been had I had my equipment of choice.
That being said the Allez Bleu ensured the most atmospheric of occasions. For each French rider the crowd went WILD - screaming, shouting, chanting and cheering them all the way from the announcement of them going towards the start box to their confirmed final score after they crossed the finish line.
Maybe I needed this reality check of being on the other side; to make me appreciate the privilege and camaraderie of the press room gang. Watched them all dashing about all week, instead of making me glad to be resting and enjoying the spectacle; made me yearn to be buzzing around with them.
I must say they all did an awesome job in reporting and documenting the greatest event in the world.
Oh Paris you have my heart…
There was a sense of soaking up all that Versailles was. For surely no one will go to this much effort and more importantly expense again. The cost of staging a green field event is well documented, but I doubt there was a spreadsheet big enough to calculate what Versailles cost. A world heritage site let alone one of the biggest tourist attractions in Europe - to allow access to many thousands of Eventing fans won’t have come cheap. Those lucky enough to walk through the Palace that day and out into the spectacle of Pierre Le Goupil’s cross country course will be forever grateful that that much effort was made.
With LA now looking at an existing venue to host the Eventing, if we are lucky to keep equestrian within the Olympic programme; it made me stop and take a moment to soak up and fully appreciate, the stunning venue of Versailles even more.
For anyone questioning the impact the Olympics can have - I stood next to a gentleman from the Philippines at the medal ceremony- he’d never watched equestrian, he just wanted to attend a medal ceremony during his Paris 2024 adventure. After a short chat, he is now looking up the next Asian Games, as he and his family had so much fun that day. That’s the power the Olympics can offer our sport. We really have to think outside our Equestrian bubble, if we are all to help the sport survive and thrive on the world stage.
As the rain starts to lash the window outside for the 76,547th this year, I’m mulling over memories from another jam-packed season done and dusted.
I’m the sort of boringly organised person that likes to learn from experience and this year’s Badminton gave me some good lessons: True friends (and new ones) that stop in their tracks to help you are just priceless; people who ask how you are and actually mean it are also priceless; imposter syndrome will never leave my brain and mud is the eternal ever-present theme that has haunted us at every event in 2024.