All work and no play makes Barbara and Rosie boring girls.....yeah right! :)

So after our winning debut in Corrandulla a mighty session was had as always with the gang! We always take the following day off after a show unless we are back on the road to the next event. Thanks be to God there was nothing on as the winning was well and truly celebrated even if we had thoughts that it could have been beginners luck. One thing to remember with horses is everyday is a school day. This is one reason why I love the sport as you and the horse are constantly learning. My opinion is you are never too good, even the professionals, your only as good as your last day out so you may win today and the following day you are end of the line. Mary has always thought us good sportsmanship which I think is so important and is seriously lacking in the show ring. Whenever you leave the yard that morning you have a job on your mind but the main thing is that everyone comes home safe and sound. Anyhow back to the story......as Rosie and I began to develop in this new game of showing Ian would push us that bit harder each week and when times got tough and you felt like this is never going to happen you would hear a bark across the field "Keep going Love or you will never fit into that dress on Saturday night!" Mr Motivator we should call him because all of a sudden this surge of temper and determination would erupt inside you and you would get over yourself and get on with the job.

Ian putting us through our paces.

Mother hen keeping a close eye.

The week of Ardrahan always signals a big week in showing. Not only is it one of the biggest and a favourite show in the west but signals the Dublin Horse Show entries are soon to close. We were one of the greatest lunatics in the game, we had one show under our belts and away went the big cheque to the RDS for Rosie's entry....but hey it worked...YOLO and all that ha ha. So the blood, sweat and less tears were put in the week leading up to Ardrahan. We had never been to the show other than as a child spectating as this is a pure Showing show with no jumping so we would have never "wasted" our time with Ardrahan. Alas, this year was different, I was dying to see the show. Ian had told us it had loads of classes and held two All Ireland classes so competitors travelled from afar and it would be a super education for Rosie and I. Grace and Macken were also taking an interest in the showing ring so Grace had entered the small working hunter class (jumping class). I was extra excited for this show as there was a Thoroughbred Riding Horse class (which is exactly what Rosie is) so there were some Galway entries for Dublin in the class. This would give us a taste of what was ahead. We were told to get Rosie into as many dog fights as possible before Dublin (I know here we are after sending the entry off with one show done :) ).
One major adjustment in showing is the timing of the classes and ring etiquette. In showjumping if you are first class and it starts at 9am, you are in no rush as there could be 100 entries and could go on for hours but this is completely different in the showing ring. You need to be there well before your class as all competitors must be at the ring on time as there is no late admission into the ring unless you have a very good excuse and a forgiving judge and the judge will possibly dislike you immediately for your ill manners.

So all the homework was done and it was Friday evening with Rosie and Macken scrubbed and bedded for their show the next morning. We were up at the crack of dawn , plaited, loaded up and on the road to Ardrahan. As always there was a drama. We arrived and there was Grace's class at the closing stages....opps we still didn't have a handle on this timing craic just yet! So there was an exchange of words amongst us (of course Grace and I sticking together as thick as thieves) and even Ian was pointing at his watch from the centre of the ring whilst waiting on the judge to ride his mare....not good!

All had to be forgiven and reassess where Grace and Macken would go...ah ha the Small Hunter class. They tacked up and got ready and off went Grace. When she was walking around all we could hear on the ring side was "Ian, Ian, Ian, Ian" we had forgotten Grace had been getting ready for workers and had no idea what to do in the ridden flat classes, all we could do is laugh and as Ian still says it was the most craic he ever had in a show ring with all the laughing and shouting Grace did....ring craft and manners out the window :)

"Ian, Ian, Ian, Ian, Ian....."

So Rosie was up next. It was easy spot the riding horses as they are dressed differently to the hunters. Hunters are plainly dressed with leather browbands (as seen above). In the riding horse section the horse wears a velvet coloured browband with their rider matching their shirt and tie to the horses colours....very girly. This was a huge transition for Grace as she loved her colour coordination particularly pink so you can imagine the rows between Grace and Ian while he tried to wean her off the bright colours! Before the show I trotted into Olympic Saddlery to pick out a coloured browband for the show. I was dying to choose a colour but when I arrived into the shop there wasn't sight nor sound of a coloured browband. Damn....Mary was going to kill me for the lack of organising. I ran into Hickeys picked out purple and gold ribbon, grabbed an old browband and broke up a pair of pearl earrings and made this little beauty....

So I warmed Rosie up and she felt amazing. There were loads in the class so I picked my spot and made sure I was seen at all times by the judge as people get crafty with blocking you off from the judge. After a nice gallop we were pulled in 3rd out of 12. I could not stop smiling. The judge rode her and she went foot perfect (Horsey way to say perfect!) Ian had drilled me to not be shy and ask for feedback if the judge was talking. You know you're not too bad when the judge comes back to you with the horse and they have a smile on their face. She was a fantastic rider and said we had a fantastic job done with her and I said we were entered for Dublin, she was delighted and said best of luck and keep working her towards that. I was thrilled. If I had gone from 3rd to 12th it didn't matter because the feedback was what I wanted to hear. We finished the class in third to 2 big bay horses so may be it was on height as Rosie is small and compact. After another successful ribbon the morning episode was quickly forgotten about and we packed up and went home with smiles on everyones faces. I think we were getting the showing bug. Then reality began to strike....I was beginning to get too tired to have a few sociables (plus a lack of money from a new showing wardrobe). Next stop....Loughrea show.......lord above not one to ever ever ever forget......

All smiles

With the Judge

Another ribbon......friends again :)