Post by Martijn van der Berg on Aug 8, 2015 19:50:55 GMT -8
Tijn finally slid out of the saddle and then dropped Sybren's reins for a moment, raising his arms above his head to stretch before he hurried to grab visible control of the gelding again. He hadn't done an English Pleasure class before, but he thought it had gone well! Well for them, at least, even if it wasn't to anyone else. And his costume had been fun to create. It at least gave him something he could do while they worked on neatening up their dressage, and perhaps by the next show, they would be ready to enter that class instead!
Speaking of costumes, Tijn glanced at Sybren, "I guess it's time to start giving you a good scrubbing, yes?" The gelding had been completely painted over, since they had only had the one class, and could go all-out for it. But now, all of that chalk and spray had to go somewhere, and it certainly couldn't be the gelding's stall!
After a brief excursion to the cross-ties in the barn, to strip off the gelding's tack, and a chance for Martijn to exchange his towel-toga for jeans and a shirt, the pair made their way out to the wash racks. After Martijn looped the lead rope around the wash rack itself, he set the washing bucket off to the side, and then moved to pick up a hose, turning on the water and running it over his own hand until it was a proper temperature. As he walked towards Sybren, ready to start wetting down the gelding, he stopped paying attention to where his feet were, and managed to trip himself on the edge between two mats, stumbling before he caught himself, although not before he managed to flip the hose up, thoroughly soaking his front.
Biting his tongue to prevent himself from cursing, Tijn glanced back at where he had caught on something, shaking his head as he spotted how minute the join actually was. After a moment of recovery, he turned to his horse, patting the sandy neck, "Tripping over my own feet, Sybren, and now I'm soaked. Where are our towels when we need them?"
Speaking of costumes, Tijn glanced at Sybren, "I guess it's time to start giving you a good scrubbing, yes?" The gelding had been completely painted over, since they had only had the one class, and could go all-out for it. But now, all of that chalk and spray had to go somewhere, and it certainly couldn't be the gelding's stall!
After a brief excursion to the cross-ties in the barn, to strip off the gelding's tack, and a chance for Martijn to exchange his towel-toga for jeans and a shirt, the pair made their way out to the wash racks. After Martijn looped the lead rope around the wash rack itself, he set the washing bucket off to the side, and then moved to pick up a hose, turning on the water and running it over his own hand until it was a proper temperature. As he walked towards Sybren, ready to start wetting down the gelding, he stopped paying attention to where his feet were, and managed to trip himself on the edge between two mats, stumbling before he caught himself, although not before he managed to flip the hose up, thoroughly soaking his front.
Biting his tongue to prevent himself from cursing, Tijn glanced back at where he had caught on something, shaking his head as he spotted how minute the join actually was. After a moment of recovery, he turned to his horse, patting the sandy neck, "Tripping over my own feet, Sybren, and now I'm soaked. Where are our towels when we need them?"