On Saturday Emma (Harry’s girlfriend, which sort of makes her my Outlaw-Sister) and I escaped London.
While everyone else slept soundly, we slipped into a car and out towards Windsor.
There’s just nothing like that first glimpse of countryside after a little while in the city…
We had expected to go right to the stands to watch the match, so were mildly alarmed when we were abandoned in a field flanked by riderless ponies.
It soon became clear that we were not here to spectate, we were here to play!
But if you think The Guards let Londoners loose on ponies, while swinging large sticks, you must be crazy!
First, you start on a practice horse.
I named mine Blue Beauty, and he was a real goer.
The boys gave us pointers and off we went.
Essentially playing fetch, with the rather fetching instructors.
Finally, everyone who had received the “you’re having a polo lesson so dress accordingly” memo were invited to jump into a saddle.
Emma and I were told to sit out and watch.
There was no way that was going to happen.
Before anyone could stop us, we hopped on up and were raring to go!
I’ll leave you to decide what he was telling me here ^.
Instructions were bellowed and off we raced!
At, admittedly, quite a leisurely pace.
We headed off on our own tangent, with a ball and a stick each.
The sensation of chasing a ball and controlling a pony is much like patting your head and rubbing your tummy, while jogging.
Though significantly more satisfying, and a little addictive.
We only got up to a gentle trot, can you imagine playing at full speed while other players ride into you?
It’s safe to say we climbed down with a whole new appreciation for the game!
We waddled back over the wildflower meadow.
Attempted to tame our hair, slipped our heels back on, patted down our dresses and poured ourselves into our new rides.
Rolling to the game in old school luxury.
Finally arriving at the polo match, just in time for the sunshine!
Blue checked dress (I know, it’s a bargain and I knew you’d be pleased!)
It has petticoats sewn in to give the wonderful Betty Draper shape, and a bow at the back which you can tie as tight or as loose as you please.
I’ve popped a couple of their other vintage styles below.