In horses you know you need to be careful when everything seems to be going quite well.  With all three of my horses going well, great house, great boyfriend, great weather, things were bound to have a turn for the worse.   I had my two top horses, Bree and Harvey, entered at Hambleden in the open intermediate a few weekends ago.  Harvey was a little machine with an amazing 27 in the dressage and no jump penalties in the show jumping or the cross country.  If you knew Harvey personally, you would understand that achieving a 27 in the dressage is verging on miracle status.  I had people coming up to me the rest of the day and sending me messages . . . “How did you get Harvey to start playing the game on the flat?!”  I am not entirely sure why my little superstar advance horse has decided at the young age of 15 to embrace dressage, but I am not about to start asking questions!  With Harvey on great form and a text message from William Fox-Pitt saying “Go Harvey!” I was already beginning to finalize my last big gallops before Bramham CCI 3*.  This elated feeling soon left me when poor Harvey didn’t trot up sound and the vet got out the ultrasound machine.  To make a sad story at least a bit short, Harvey and I will not be able to compete at Bramham in a few weeks and my days are now resigned to hand grazing, icing, and rolling bandages.  As the Brits say: “I’m gutted!” Poor Harvey is all clipped and ready for a party! As if things weren’t bad enough, my car broke down and I was forced to drive Roberta, my trustee lorry, back and forth from the yard for the better half of a week.  Thank goodness for Roberta and my good friends Katherine and Giovanni for managing to get me out to the yard everyday! Getting back to Miss Bree . .