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Description
Horse: PLS Thistle Brae
Rider: Cian Murphy
Show: PRADA Performance mid autumn English Fest
Class: Pros Show Jumping (130-140cm)
Ref: Bundy-Stock “Jumping stock 30”
—
I think I’ve seen this film before
And I didn’t like the ending
You’re not my homeland anymore
So what am I defending now?
—/—
After eating lunch alone in his lorry, Cian sat as he waited for his show jumping time to come round. It was a nice day for an event, but he could see dark clouds coming in.
‘Please don’t rain during my round’ he thought as he wiped crumbs off of his knee.
He checked his messages again. Nothing. It was part of his daily routine by now, and it hurt just as much every time he looked. He knew there wouldn’t be anything but seven months worth of “I’m sorry” and “please forgive me” texts, but there was always one small part of his mind holding on to the hope that she’d respond. Holding on to the fantasy of reuniting and getting back together. It was a stupid thought.
‘She’s happy. She’s got Avery, she doesn’t need me anymore.’ He said to himself as he turned off his phone.

He started to warm up his mare. She was excited now, she loved jumping. Thistle threw in some bucks on landing after the first few practice jumps before becoming her usual strong self, pulling him into every jump without hesitation. As they entered the show ring, the sky grew darker and darker before almost becoming black with storm clouds. They began to the first fence as the rain began to pound off of them. They were drenched by the time they got to the third fence. Despite the thundering rain, Thistle continued to drag Cian around the course, not allowing him a say in the speed or strides they were taking.
“One… Two… Three…” he counted out loud in an attempt to stay with the mare over the fences.

Description
Horse: PLS Thistle Brae
Rider: Cian Murphy
Show: PRADA Performance mid autumn English Fest
Class: Pros Show Jumping (130-140cm)
Ref: Bundy-Stock “Jumping stock 30”
—
I think I’ve seen this film before
And I didn’t like the ending
You’re not my homeland anymore
So what am I defending now?
—/—
After eating lunch alone in his lorry, Cian sat as he waited for his show jumping time to come round. It was a nice day for an event, but he could see dark clouds coming in.
‘Please don’t rain during my round’ he thought as he wiped crumbs off of his knee.
He checked his messages again. Nothing. It was part of his daily routine by now, and it hurt just as much every time he looked. He knew there wouldn’t be anything but seven months worth of “I’m sorry” and “please forgive me” texts, but there was always one small part of his mind holding on to the hope that she’d respond. Holding on to the fantasy of reuniting and getting back together. It was a stupid thought.
‘She’s happy. She’s got Avery, she doesn’t need me anymore.’ He said to himself as he turned off his phone.

He started to warm up his mare. She was excited now, she loved jumping. Thistle threw in some bucks on landing after the first few practice jumps before becoming her usual strong self, pulling him into every jump without hesitation. As they entered the show ring, the sky grew darker and darker before almost becoming black with storm clouds. They began to the first fence as the rain began to pound off of them. They were drenched by the time they got to the third fence. Despite the thundering rain, Thistle continued to drag Cian around the course, not allowing him a say in the speed or strides they were taking.
“One… Two… Three…” he counted out loud in an attempt to stay with the mare over the fences.