Royal Windsor Horse Show 2011
I have a strange sort of pre-Canada bucket list going on. I keep thinking of things I want to do before we go (yes, I know, it’s not far away and we can come back, but still). So on Saturday I went to Stow-on-the-Wold with my friend Nicola, to have the best cup of coffee you can get in England at the gorgeous hidden gem that is The New England Coffee House.
Yesterday we went to Royal Windsor Horse Show. That’s been on my things to do list since I was small, and England seemed like a far away country.
The Queen was in. However she was too busy doing Queenly things to say hello, so we spent the day doing horse show things.
Spanish horses were dramatic and beautiful, and the minor incident where one of the Andalucian stallions got a bit, er, over excited during the class made everyone laugh.
No1 child, who has inherited my love of all things horse-related, sat with me and watched the showing classes. It’s funny but when I was in the horse world they seemed deadly serious.
Bowler hatted men, judges in funny hats, and rows of shiny horse bottoms*.
Hunter wellies, tea in polystyrene cups and overpriced, underdone beefburgers. Horse shows all over the country, even Royal ones, are pretty much the same. I love them.
That’s another thing off the list. Next stop a return to Hidcote Manor Gardens, one of my favourite gardens in England.
If you haven’t yet entered the draw for the Cath Kidston teapot, go to the main Tales from the Village page and scroll down.
*if that doesn’t get me some weird Google hits, nothing will.