Every year in the grounds of Blenheim Palace (the same one we visited earlier in the year) they hold a three-day horse trial. We went on Saturday, the cross-country day, and I have never seen anything like it! Blazing English sunshine, horses running flat tack and then masterfully jumping over hedges, hundreds and hundreds of dogs, and of course, jugs of fruity Pimms to wash it all down.
Just one horse trial and I’ve fallen in love with the fresh country-style of the horsie set. I’m now convinced I need a Barbour waxed jacket in my life!
Last weekend Thom and I sneaked away from mad London to enjoy 24 hours of loveliness in Oxfordshire. Thom’s parents live in the UK, and it was Father’s Day here, so we went to hang out with his family.
After pottering around in Oxford (beautiful old buildings, bookstores, PRIMARK), we headed to Blenheim Palace, home to the Duke of Marlborough and birthplace of Winston Churchill (yes, in the bed below).
I love palaces… And this one was quite lovely to look at. It’s a shame that the owners have taken a weird theme park approach in some places. At one stage we were trapped in a never-ending series of rooms, terrorised by animatronic maids. We finally exited to a gift shop. One entry gets you a year-long pass – I’d like to go back again and spend more time in the gardens.