As Ben and I had been watching how it had been riding all morning before we went out, we soon realised that this was the case as the fence had been catching out lots of combinations, especially over the D element that was on a surprisingly steep angle following the mound with the hanging log in the middle.
But Mulrys Error being the extremely genuine Super Cob he is and Ben riding like a true champ too and me… Umm… Hanging on for dear life (!!) meant that we cleared this combination with ease and yet again the crowd went wild.
The further we continued the more I was able to depict what the fans were saying as they screamed wildly for the three of us; “Ben, we love you!” “Hold on Willberry!” “Go Mulry!” “You’re our heroes” “Kick on!” “We love you!” “Don’t ever give up!”. Each kind word meant so much to both me and I’m sure Ben too and only made us ride harder to complete.
We were well on our way to the Dew Pond that Hannah and I had watched so many getting caught out at last year and Ben and I had watched the very same thing happening this morning too. The horses were just seeing the water at the very last second when they reached those upright skinny houses and then either stopping dead, clambering over one leg at a time and crawling into the water or cat leaping and completely unseating there rider into the murky water that sat on the other side.
Or you could be Ben and Mr Mulry who seemed to just jump in effortlessly canter through the water (covering us both once again from head to toe thanks to Mulrys plate sized hooves) and jumping out over the skinny house that followed. Perfect. That’s all I could say, perfect. So we galloped on our way, crowds still going wild, growing in confidence more and more as we went, which we needed, as I was all too aware of what was fast approaching.. The Vicarage Vee. And I knew Ben would be thinking the same but we had to keep it out of or minds for the fences before needed riding with 150% focus and determination first before we even got to that one.
I could feel Mulry’s gallop was starting to slow, he was getting tired too by the time we reached the top of the long pull before the next water complex with that HUMUNGOUS spread say right in the centre of it. Ben could feel the same as he said “Come on Mulry, keep pushing, we’re not quite there yet! You can do it. Do it for me!”. His kind ears flickered as he listened to the man he trusted most and seemed to grow stronger in his canter as we approached the large rail that stood before hand.
It all seemed fine until we hit the water and Mr Mulry’s rather large hooves found their disadvantage as we tripped, falling face first right down into it. I screamed “S**ttttt” at the top of my voice… I was so so glad no one could hear me, especially Ben, but I really did nearly poop my pants, because we Wonder Ponies might be awesome, but we honestly cannot swim to save our lives! Sharp as ever Ben was quick to respond and heaved him up out of the water, kicking hard on to the extremely big spread that followed. You certainly couldn’t fault this mans bravery.
I could definitely see why Hannah never shut up about him. Just as wonderful as his rider though, Mulry shook the water from his ears revved up his engines and fired himself at the oxer, honest like an angel and flew out over it making nothing of its size. What a cool pair. I felt so privileged to have been there to witness it, let alone be on board too. As if that wasn’t enough stress for my heart.
What followed was a stonking great right angled open corner, up a fairly steep slope, but yet again the trio tackled it head on and succeeded. Phew, we were half way home! A little breather to recover from what we’d just encountered as we galloped away from the pond and over a large roll top and brush and we were soon facing our worst fears. Our absolute nightmare. The demon of all demons. The Vicarage Vee.