Too tired to blog, which really pisses me off as there are about eighty-seven things I want to tell you about.
In brief, today there was:
A huge amount of family sweetness, from all directions. Dog love. Pony triumph (best ride yet, for little jockey and tiny grey pone, both of whom looked inordinately pleased with themselves). Red the Mare ramping up the adorableness levels to eleven. She, like Spinal Tap, does not stop at ten. Good, decent work. Excessively kind and quick reaction to the work. A nice tomato salad with chives. I had forgotten how good tomatoes are with chives; it does not always have to be basil.
My dear old friend Beckermet, the hardest-working and most honest horse in training, still enjoying himself at ten years old, finished third at Ripon, with my happy each way bet on him. That was not a scientific bet, but done purely from love and loyalty, so its success was even more sweet.
And, to finish a day of equine loveliness, the British jumping squad WON THE GOLD MEDAL.
This was not particularly expected and has not happened for something like fifty years, and I heard the news in the car on the way back from my mares and exclaimed out loud with delight. Thanks to the good old BBC, I can now collapse in a heap and watch the re-run on my computer. But really: well done, Team GB.
Some quick pictures for you: