Well, it's that time of the year again, Chatsworth Horse Trials. This year we went on Saturday, less international stars, but more local talent and less people. This year we brought the dog which proved to be a major advantage when it came to meeting other dogs and their owners.
A big attraction was one of Maisie's friends little sister being involved with the Maypole dance - or pole dancing as she described it to her grandmother. Leanne hadn't witnessed this great tradition previously which I was surprised to learn. To summarise, Maypole dancing involves children clinging to a ribbon that's attached to a giant pole. Then they skip around the pole to some folk music (today's tune was the Floral Dance), occasionally weaving around each other to create a patten with the ribbons - a bit like giant macramé. The idea is not to run into each other, after a patten is made on the centre pole, or a web effect, the dancers have to do everything in reverse, which I guess prevents dizziness.
Then it was off to watch a French horse whisperer and his troupe of highly trained horses. He was actually amazing - he had moved in with the horses or something, and created a special bond with them, and they would do whatever he asked. Just like our dog (not).
After lunch, the cross country was calling. I love it and hate it. I get all anxious when I see the size of the jumps, and the horse approaching at great speed. We held our breath, we oohed and clapped, and took a few photographs.
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