As the April grey storm clouds take their leave and are replaced by the white fluffy and my garden seemingly overnight goes from looking like a barren waste land to flowery madhouse; I wonder how sad life must be to be a flower with nothing to do but share a bed with dozens of other flowers.
Now if I were a flower you can believe that I’d be thinking: “THIS WILL NOT DO. NOT AT ALL” and after such a proclamation, I would pack up my leaves and roots, make my way up the M4 and plop myself into an advantageous spot within the Duke of Beaufort’s glorious park, most likely by jump 9abcde
Nothing beats spring in the British countryside, especially if that part of countryside is situated in Gloucestershire and happens to boast 29 or so jumps, and for 10 days is crawling with the worlds most elite eventers and their horses. (Also, it is preferable if the hunting season is finished for the year – nothing is more inconvenient to a flower than being trampled week after week by a pack of hounds.)
The life of an eventing flower is an exciting one as long as you ensure yourself as a VIP (Very Important Perennial), for woe the flower who ends up being a VUP (Very Unimportant Perennial) it only leads to enjoying the back ends’ of 100 or so riders and horses.
So for a seasoned eventing flower one only has to say the names:
and life is rosy.
While I would miss my flowers after having waited 7 months to see them again, I would never hold it against them if we would happen to run into one another out by the Lake or Hunstmans Close on May 10th.
If anything, I’d hope they’d saved me a spot!
Dressage Day 1 – May 8th
Dressage Day 2- May 9th
CROSS COUNTRY DAY!!!! – May 10th