Kick in the Ribs

Last weekend saw three days of show jumping with Pich. The results were a mixed bag – one clear round and four bars down (not the objective) between the two other classes. Whereas it is increasingly clear to me that to get a clear round with Pich I really need to ride with an extreme level of precision, a different conclusion that the weekend threw into doubt was the one where I had said it was better to share a bed with moneyed Maxime rather than his crumb loving mother…. Maxime came away with me for the competition whilst the rest of the family stayed in Biarritz. We stayed in a little hotel nearby and because he was a touch sickly he ended up sleeping alongside me in the big double bed. Never has so little a person taken up so much of a full sized adult bed. He kicked me on numerous occasions throughout the night. At one stage I thought he was just messing around so I was somewhat alarmed to see that the little kicker was fast asleep as he sought to cave in my rib cage. Bring back the crumbs I say.