Post by Elizabeth Howell on Mar 4, 2020 22:01:29 GMT -6
t's the tiny details that keep the passion for the sport alive; the glassy eyes that can reflect the deepest secrets of your soul, their ultimate velocity from their constant footfalls, or the ability to soar higher than the moon- towards the constellation many lightyears away.
At Calvero Terranora Show Jumping, the connection between horse and rider is preserved when it comes to the equestrian sport of Show Jumping. With focus set on the breathtaking warmbloods and the prodigious thoroughbreds, the talent of the equine spirit is not held back, rather showcasing the raw power produced by the horse.
Post by Elizabeth Howell on Mar 30, 2020 3:00:13 GMT -6
i. a day of successes
good luck! try and not to look so angry on course ; )
SUHJA Spring Circuit
The atmosphere of Aspenfield was one for Elizabeth to remember, the quaint breeze that whispered across the grounds with the slight murmur from the crowds delivered a moment of tranquility; much opposed to the competitions of last season. It was a busy schedule for the day, as Liz outdid herself and entered on three of her most prepared horses.
First and foremost, was the OTTB class. Wattle War, otherwise the devilish Winx, wore her quickly done braids with pride. It was only Emma who came with Liz, the trust head groom who will get the job done with the utmost quality. And that she delivered. Despite the tranquil environment, a blossom of nerves developed for Liz. But the slight buzz that erupted from the phone in the front pocket of her breeches slightly dissipated the pinpricks in her stomach. She skimmed over the text from her husband (who couldn't make it because a certain stallion had to bloody injure himself). The wishing of luck from her beloved seemed to calm down her quiet stress, as well as the mocking of her 'concentration face' that seemed to be quite the topic of humour back home.
She mounted her nimble mare and gathered her reins, A quick pat on the toned neck of Winx and they were off with a determined walk towards the warm-up ring. The speaker rung out, disturbing the peace, yet quieting the surrounding voices. "Elizabeth Howell and Wattle War" was all Liz registered as she scanned over the course in front of her. She has studied it at least hundreds of times in the past hour, in an eternal fear that she'll forget. It has never happened, and that will certainly not change today. But it wasn't long until the 'girl power' team were out on the course, in a steady yet fierce canter covering strides towards the 1.20m fences. It went as a blur for Elizabeth, as it always has, and as soon as she knew it she was over the last oxer where the finishing chime rung out - followed by a large applause. 'Didn't think there was that many people...'
A couple of hours later, the 1.15m-1.30m class was on. And it was Calvin's time to shine. The buckskin stallion was acting rather different to what is his 'normal' - less looking at the mares. But that didn't phase Liz, maybe he was actually thinking with the brain in his head for once? She waited at the entrance of the arena on the golden stallion, feeling his growing anticipation to GO. And as soon as she wrapped her legs around the animal below her, they were off onto a determined pace. A successful, clear round was ridden causing a very tight competition- despite the few bucks and vices that Calvin typically threw in.
And finally, Liz was back on her familiar, Chester. The black beast who brought awe to any spectator and audience, and always guaranteed a clear and fast round. And that they gave. Watching the black beast and his talented rider was always an indescribable sight, some may describe it as a form of magic being performed, 'like a trance', some call it a rhythmic dance, whilst others describe as a pure bond between horse and rider. But all in all, the horses gave it their best and brought out a huge pride in their very tired rider.
Post by Elizabeth Howell on Apr 20, 2020 22:37:40 GMT -6
ii. from turf to course
Thoroughbred Makeover Competition
Meet Wattle War! Or formerly known as the great Winx
This bay mare is quite the racing legend. Foaled by STREET CRY (IRE) X VEGAS SHOWGIRL (NZ), she retired from the industry with earnings of more than $24mil from a brilliant track record of 36 wins out of 42 starts (including 25 Group 1's: a world record!), along with her jockey Hugh Bowman. She holds the title of one of Australia's best racehorses of all time.
Now, she has converted her skills from galloping on the turf to jumping the course where she lives at Calvero Terranora, and showing huge potential with her determined and challenging attitude in the world of show jumping with her rider Elizabeth.
Post by Elizabeth Howell on Apr 24, 2020 19:53:27 GMT -6
iii. a sea's breeze
Ardorwen Jumping Cup III
It was more of a different scene for the duo; from shows surrounded by the sounds of magpies calling out and the crickets chirping in the summer's heat- to the seagull's cry and the salty taste in the air. The arena overlooked the bay with crowds starting to form, and excitement started growing in the atmosphere.
It was just Liz and Chester going out to compete today, hoping for a nice, stress-free round. The 1.60m class was not busy at all, but the tensions were high amongst the few competitors waiting for their round.
It wasn't long until Liz's name and Great London was called out from the speakers, causing the steed beneath her to pick up his head in recognition of his glamorous name. The ocean's breeze started to increase, causing many spectators in the audience to quickly grab their hats before they were collected by the wind. The ocean buoy in the distance was bobbing up and down ferociously, suggesting the wind's excitement for the moments to come.
Luckily, Chester was unphased as the pair walked into the arena, waiting for the ding from the speakers. And as it sounded, the black stallion immediately picked up into a forward canter, looking for the first fence. The murmurs from the crowd upset by the wind died down, and all that was heard was the hum of the breeze with Chester's heavy yet agile footfalls.
The duo finished the round with speed and precision, a very familiar outcome by the horse and rider.
Post by Elizabeth Howell on May 15, 2020 20:50:01 GMT -6
v. the silent hour
The crisp of the night time breeze lingered through the arena, whilst the lights glared into the frost of the air. Liz always liked riding at night, where the only sounds are of the horse's footfalls and his rhythmic breathing.
It wasn't the coldest of nights, but the air would nip the tip of your nose and fingers, and opening your mouth would make you like a fire-breathing dragon. It was a very light ride, one enough to keep the blood pumping and a light heat engulfing your body. The stars on the other side of the glass dotted the night sky with glittering light, the silent audience of the pair in the dome.
It was just Liz and Chester at this very hour, the seemingly only ones alive whilst the world slept.