Besides the typical uni life lessons such as ‘vegetables are actually quite important’ and ‘3 for £6 jagerbombs are killers’, I’ve also learned that polo is brilliant fun.
I signed myself up for a polo taster session so off I went on Wednesday afternoon walking through campus in my jodhpurs, boots and chaps with no idea how to find the place we were meeting at. Luckily, I met another girl on the way who was going to polo (not sure whether it was just a lucky guess or the breeches that gave her away!) and we got chatting about horses, unsurprisingly.
When we all met, we piled into two cars and our poor driver, Tom, got the task of answering our questions. And there were a lot.
Most of the girls had tried polocrosse before with The Pony Club but nobody had actually done polo before. Turns out there are quite a lot of rules too. Either way, we were all there to have some fun and try out a new sport.
My pony was lovely, but definitely wanted to get going as she was fidgeting while we were learning how to hold our reins, where to hold them and how to hold and swing the mallet!
We started by wandering around the arena practising getting out of the saddle to give us a good stroke to hit the ball well and just getting used to turning purely by moving our hands and applying some leg if we really wanted them to whip around. This resulted in lots of giggles and “sorry” being shouted many times as balls went flying here, there and everywhere!
As we all got more confident, we picked up the pace and started a little game to finish our taster session. It was very competitive and also messy, but I managed to score the first goal, meaning our team won.
Watch out Rupert- we might have to be trying polo and horseball soon!