I’m not wildly interested in sport, generally. When SA won the world rugby in God knows when – I got so freaked in the final moments I had to remove myself from the TV and sit alone on the banks of the Limpopo river, gazing across into Botswana – we were bundu bashing at the time. I watch Wimbledon. I can, on occasion, watch the golf. TL is a huge fan, so there isn’t much choice.
What does float my boat are the televised equestrian sports. Show jumping and eventing – cross country.
Man, with adrenaline racing, breath held, I measure the pace, lift the horse, taste the sweat, feel the leather in my hands and live the moment – every second of it.
So a couple of weekends ago, when the opportunity presented itself to attend one of the premium equestrian events in the world, it blew my mind.
(I once had a riding instructor who had participated at Burghley – we worshiped the very ground he walked on :-).)
And of course, I took my camera.
Essential accessory: dog
Beverage (Pimms at £6 for a thimble full).
And the horses
Can’t compete with these cameras
I learned something. Can’t throw your heart in with the horse and the rider and live every second when, with eye to camera, waiting for the right moment, the camera becomes a barrier.
Being an ‘observer’ is not nearly so much fun.
None the less – it was magic.