Riding a Point-to-Point 



at this pace some of us will see the inside view of an 

 ambulance. Every stride makes it grow bigger. The 

 chestnut's at it he's over; bay beside him crashes- 

 went too close and hit his knees two horses out of it 

 already. " Hey ! Don't ride me in on top of him ! 

 Pull over ! " 



A long stretch of uphill gallop draws one level with 

 the green-clad rider, on the big difficult bay, who has 

 earned a reprimand for swerving-in at the last fence : 

 " Have you no reins ? ' 



" Reins my Uncle ! I never laid eyes on this horse 

 till to-day. They told me I could hold him with a silk 

 thread should have said an anchor-chain ! He's a good 

 jumper, but a headstrong maniac. That fellow on the 

 chestnut must be going for the doctor. Steer clear a 

 bit, this horse may do anything at the wall." 



I manoeuvre " Mimosa " well out of any danger zone 

 that the troublesome bay may create. A backward 

 glance shows me the grim-set, courageous face of his 

 green-clad rider. He seems determined to ride his 

 mount hard at this stonework, irrespective of whether 

 it be loose-built or as solid as the Great Wall of China. 

 The chestnut skims it like a swallow. A little grey, 

 who has been going extremely well, treats it like a 

 brush-through fence, and pays for his flippancy by a 

 somersault. Three out of it, five left, and two miles 

 to go. 



The green-clad, swerving friend draws level again, 

 going down towards the drop ditch. ' They told me 

 this horse was green at walls. His shins must be black 

 and blue by now. He took a ton of stones with his 



