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birthdays, riding & knitting

What do all these things have in common? Me!

First it was my birthday

Champagne, cake & candles

As an ode to birthdays, where one day is never enough, I spent the weekend in London. This has to be the shortest period I've ever tried to stretch a birthday over (in the past trying for a whole month, and quite understandably failing. Subsequently trying for a fortnight... a weekend has more success) but was so exhausted afterwards, I think I'm picking up some tips from the over 85's club!

To end the weekend off I went riding. To be more precise, I entered a dressage competition!

(the dream)

OR... not quite:

(reality)

Then I turned my hand to jumping... and was looking through the pictures, trying to find one where the jumps looked really big. Unfortunately just-off-the-ground never really looks that tall. Instead I opted for a far away shot - hoping to disguise: my riding style / height of jumps / home-made t-shirt that reads: 'team: at least you participated' with a hand drawn bow-tie in the front.

I won a token rosette for jumping these!

All good things must come to an end though, unless you take up a new hobby! I've done just that, and am halfway to becoming the proud mom of a newly knitted scarf! I'd like to say that I'll be knitting myself a winter hat and maybe some matching socks, but unfortunately my repertoire is limited to slightly out of shape rectangles - so I'll be sticking to scarves or miniature blankets.

Over 2m already knitted - only the same to go again!
(not a good hobby for the impatient)


Lucky



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