18/06/2026
After Blair, I genuinely felt as though the world was our oyster. For the first time in years, we seemed to have a healthy horse, a happy horse and a horse that was going from strength to strength. The injuries that had dominated so much of our journey together finally felt as though they were behind us. Looking back now, perhaps that's one of the reasons what happened next was so hard.
We started the 2023 season full of optimism. I did briefly consider dropping back down to BE90 for our first event of the year, purely because we hadn't seen a cross-country fence for months, but in the end I decided we may as well stick with BE100.
After all, MJ had more than proved she belonged there. As usual, she didn't let me down. We started with an 8th place at Kirriemuir and then followed it up with a 5th place at Forgandenny. Just like that, we'd qualified for Blair again. It sounds ridiculous now, but qualifying for Blair had gone from something I never imagined achieving to something we'd done two years in a row.
What I remember most about that period wasn't actually the eventing though. It was how much fun we were having. MJ felt fantastic (tears falling again as I write this). I felt confident. And for the first time in my riding life, heights really weren't bothering me.
Anyone who knows me well will appreciate how significant that was!
Alongside the eventing, we were also doing a bit of British Showjumping and gradually moving up the levels. We were jumping 1.05m tracks, picking up placings and double clears, and I was starting to feel that wonderful sense of trust that only comes from years of partnership. MJ wasn't always the easiest horse to jump. She was incredibly enthusiastic and usually convinced that going faster was the answer to absolutely everything.
But I had learned that the less I used my hands and the more I rode from my body, the better she jumped. By this point we'd worked each other out pretty well. Then came the day we entered our first 1.10m.
I should have been excited. Instead, I remember feeling confused. In the warm-up, MJ came round to a fence and suddenly napped sideways away from it. It wasn't like her at all. I put it down to a misunderstanding. Then it happened again.
In the 1.05m class (video of said class) she did it once more. When it happened again in the warm-up for the 1.10m, I withdrew. Something wasn't right. At the time, I couldn't explain it. She wasn't obviously lame. She wasn't stopping. She wasn't behaving badly. She just wasn't herself.
Looking back now, knowing what we eventually discovered, I wish I'd listened even sooner (again crying writing this...I SO wish I'd listened sooner). But at that point, all I knew was that the horse who had always tried her heart out over a fence suddenly seemed to be telling me something.
And I needed to figure out what it was. The next instalment is probably one of the hardest chapters in our story because it began a seven-month search for answers that eventually changed everything.
Link to blog below⬇️