I hate leaving home to go away for extended periods. Which is not to say that I don't like going away; I do, I love it, I just dislike actually leaving. After cleaning the house, packing, checking tickets (having got husband Paul on to a flight at last minute and actually used a travel agent for the first time in a million years. Paul doesn't get the whole DIY book your own flight thing), making sure the dogs, cats, horses have enough food for several weeks, mowed lawns, dinner with friends (please bring X million Burghley hats back) I'm almost over it. But not quite. Out of the corner of my eye, I spy the Twitter-verse and various people boarding flights to the UK and reports from the FEI Eventing Champs at Luhmuelen and think - hmmm, next week we'll be at the 50th anniversary of Burghley Horse Trials. YAY! I just hope we don't get the rain at Stamford that they had at Luhmuelen yesterday as I haven't packed wellies. Mind you, I normally bring a pair of Hunters back anyway just to get the customs people excited. So, here's the plan. Tomorrow we fly to London - straight through via Singapore and stay the first night with our dear friend Melissa in Islington. After a good night's kip, off to Stamford for Burghley Horse Trials from 1st - 4th September. Between Burghley and Blenheim we head up to Yorkshire to catch up with my family then down to Woodstock for Blenheim 3* and the Aussie team assault.
Come home soon mum says Charlie
While Portia waves goodbye
