bush polo

Apologies that this virtual space has been vacated for nearly a month now. Of late I’ve been tremendously losing  the tug-of-war between work and life. We’ve recently been on a two-night mini-break to the rural town of Goondiwindi (known as Gundy to most).  Buster, Finn and I, with Harry Noodle and our three polo ponies […]

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tides are shifting…slowly

After the weekend just gone I have to be honest with you, I’m second guessing my commitment to the world of polo now that I have a young family. The ground is absolutely sodden where I live, it squishes underfoot revealing rich, black mud. Polo has been cancelled over the last two weekends and our […]

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punched by polo

One, two, three, four, five, six – six purple bruises dotted on my legs and arms after the weekend’s triumphs. I’m currently walking like a 90-year-old hunch-back, limping with a sore leg and moaning in pain when bending down to pick up Finn. After two days of polo my body is absolutely destroyed. Clearly I’m […]

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