Travelblog NZ: The View From the Arena Middle


Let me see. Where was I? Yes, having the time of my life at Equidays in New Zealand. On consecutive weekends on each island, Equidays is an annual national horse event with a focus on education and entertainment. It’s a high-five to the equine community.

It wasn’t my first time at an event like this. As a farm kid, I showed Grandpa at the county fair. He was an old Suffolk ram who dragged me (behind him) a lap or two around the arena. I have competed at plenty of shows, including Colorado’s National Western Stock Show with two species. Sold books at equine expos and horse fairs in a few states. But it was Equidays where I crossed the line. They gave me a microphone.

This is different from a clinic situation where I might be speaking to a horse and rider, or to eight or ten riders in a group; different from book talks and demos where there might be fifty people. Equidays involved grandstands filled with people. I was in the arena, giving the riding lesson to the crowd with the demo horse and rider as my training aid. At first, it felt a bit like a living room with badly arranged furniture.

Ever been a demo rider? It might be one of the most emotionally dangerous things to do on a horse. It’s every bit as stressful as competition, except that instead of one judge there is a grandstand full of them. You might get ripped to bits by the clinician, to amuse the audience. If you don’t know the clinician, and none of mine did, that adds another degree of difficulty. I’ve been a demo rider, it takes a crazy kind of courage.

[May I take a break here and explain exactly what I love about a hotel room? I’m an introvert, I need time to breathe for myself. When I travel I write blogs in bed, email organizers about future clinics, do my laundry, answer emails from readers, and edit my next book. I confess I like my own solitary company, there I said it. At Equidays, it was one hotel for six days, and then another for six days, sheer partially-unpacked bliss. With great showers and real milk for my coffee. I love hotels.]

Back to Equidays: Before each presentation, I scurried out back looking to the demo riders, so I could explain that I always put the horse first, that I’m grateful and promise nothing bad will happen. As I say this, I tie a neck-ring around the horse’s neck and gently let them know they’ll be practically riding without reins. It’s possible that action negates everything I’ve just said.

About now I notice that most of the clinicians do their own demonstrating on their own (or borrowed) horses. Do they know something that I don’t? Oh well, where’s the challenge in doing it yourself? And if you believe in your discipline like I do dressage, then it should work for anyone, right?

I had a handful of great topics through Equidays, like Dressage for Non-traditional Breeds, with plenty to say on each one. Balance that with the best part: I had no idea how the rider rode or how their horse would be in this busy environment, or if I would get anywhere near the topic. If there are two demo pairs, double the thrill. Add to that, on the South Island there was a round pen at the other end of the arena with some intermittent whip-cracking going on.

It ends up that it was the exact circus act that horses had trained me for all my life. 

Horses have taught me contradictory skills: always have a plan and love spontaneity. Crucial clinician skills but even more so here. I know I’ll stick to my plan about 11-13% of the time. Then the horse will teach the rest if I listen and translate well.

Each horse and rider transformed in ways I didn’t expect. The horses and riders were perfect. I could go on about the hot track horses and the young riders on stallions and how each horse found a way to relax and feel good.

Some of the riders got plucked at the last-minute. On the South Island, my demo rider for Dressage for the Competition Horse wasn’t there and the organizer asked me who I wanted her to find, so I told her my idea. At the appointed time, the rider entered with a nervous smile, on a midlife Quarter horse. And a western saddle. She’d come to do the cowboy challenge and gotten roped into a dressage challenge. What a brave pair! (The quarter horse stole the show.)

I always spend a fair amount of time defending dressage, true dressage, in a world of false expression and bad ambassadors. My best fun at Equidays was letting the horses show people what a gift it truly is. Thanks to all my demo horses and riders, you made dressage just like massage!

I was gratified by the warm welcome, the positive response given my presentations, and the interaction between the clinicians, who seemed to all be talking dressage in their disciplines.

Between presentations, I’d try to make my way to the bathroom, but I ran into people I knew (half-way around the world!) That would be amazing enough, but I also got stopped by strangers who seemed to know me. I was gobsmacked by their kindness and smart questions, even as the bathroom seemed to recede over the horizon.

At one point, I managed to make it to the lounge for tea and I complimented the woman wearing this vest. I thought it was such a great logo and I asked where she got it. As I copied down the name of the organization, she took it off and insisted I have it. She literally gave me the shirt off her back. That’s what I mean, start to finish from the Equidays staff and volunteers and attendees, kindness everywhere. No, thank you!


In the week between Equidays events, I gave two clinics. They were small experiments in a new idea of teaching I’m formulating. So, yes, minis and marmite. Marmite is kiwi for vegemite, for the readers who only watch Australian movies. See? I do learn about some things other than horses.

On my last day, I get to the airport for a 7:30 pm flight. Onboard, I manage to enjoy dinner, a movie, and have a restful sleep before landing in LA. I think I hear my dogs start to bark when I enter US airspace. There’s a 9-hour layover, so I settle into writing thank-you notes for all the thank-you notes sent from strangers who saw my presentations. It isn’t just that people in NZ are kind, they actually write the note and it’s so kind, I write them back.

Finally, it’s time to board the flight to Colorado Springs, but we are held on the runway for 90 minutes, it’s 10 p.m. and the woman next to me meticulously does her make up. Then she somehow switches to holding her baby, who she bounces on my knee through the flight. I don’t mind the baby a bit, the woman is driving me nuts.

Finally home at 2 a.m., just 6 1/2 hours later in clock time. I let the dogs tear all the buttons off my shirt. It’s best to just sit down and let it happen. A stroll through the barn; we almost lost the donkey foster while I was gone but thanks to my sainted barn manager, she’s on her feet.

Tucked in bed with the two smaller dogs jumping up and down on my chest, I’m aware of the vulnerability that’s part of the work I do, finding a way to balance loving my farm and loving my extended herd of perfect horses and riders and friends. Perfectly bittersweet.

Thanks again, New Zealand! Coming back soon.

Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Clinician, Equine Pro
Planning our 2019 clinic schedule now.
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30 thoughts on “Travelblog NZ: The View From the Arena Middle”

  1. Oh, how I would love to watch all your Equidays presentations on video!!! I’ve been a demo rider on my own horse twice, and didn’t find it scary at all. I’m pretty good at following directions, so that’s what I came to do and it was great.

  2. OK – Anna WHAT is marmite (vegemite) I’ve seen the word in books I’ve read (& here). As someone who has never left this country I am really curious. And something that impresses me the most is actual WRITTEN THANK YOU notes!! I thought no one knew how anymore! (does that show my age?) When my kids were small I remember drilling them (in a matter of speaking) as to how important it was to acknowledge in writing when someone did something nice or gave you something. AND my youngest granddaughter still does – with her drawings added – shes 18! Guess the lesson stuck with HER mom.
    I so enjoy reading about your clinics – had to chuckle at all the grey hair in the picture – made me feel right at home. Does anyone video your clinics? Would love to see them.

    • “Marmite is a British food spread produced by Unilever. Marmite is made from yeast extract, a by-product of beer brewing.”

      I didn’t grow up knowing a thing about thank you notes but my readers drive me to it. 🙂 Only partly kidding! Thanks, Maggie.

  3. The NZ Equidays logo vest that was gifted to you is brilliant, and the act of giving so wonderfully spontaneous. I bet it made the donor’s day as much as yours. Now, you stated that just before receiving this lovely vest you started to write down the name of the company that made them. My farm is Fern Hill and horses are an important part of my life – the logo speaks to me and I’d love to connect with the maker of the vest – maybe they have a scarf or a hat or? Thank you so much for the name (if you remember it). <3

    • IT was from the New Zealand Academy of Sport… I gave someone a shirt years ago, it was the best feeling… Thanks, Valery. Good luck.

  4. Trips away from home are bittersweet, I always have tears when I leave my animal family…and again when I return and they smother me with joy.
    And marmite !
    One of the few things I miss about England, I haven’t been able to find any in Bulgaria. Sometimes I really crave a bacon butty (sandwich) with marmite.

    Happy you’re home safe
    Love Ya ?

    • Yes, I love both parts and miss the other when I’m not there… and this Marmite and bacon?? I’ll up it on the list. (Amazon has it.) Thanks, Kate.

  5. It is so good to hear about your travels and know you are now safely home. What an amazing adventure! Thank you for sharing it with us, and of course, I want to hear more. I’ve always thought the best part of any trip is getting home.

  6. Another fantastic trip and blog. I love the impact you are making with folks around around the world..listening to the horse and teaching with softness. Great vest and logo! Sharing is caring! =-)

    • Okay but on the other hand, I am the one who truly benefits from meeting horses in different climates and learning how they are cared for, listening to them gives me an opportunity to learn that I don’t have living in one place. I’m so grateful that they invite me! Thanks, Deb.

  7. Thank you Anna for putting another smile on my face. I look forward to reading your blogs and poems every time I open my email. Your writing, books and blogs, inspire me to go out to my horses (just out the front door) and spend time being with them in whatever way the day brings. Sometimes it’s just picking up manure (one of my zen things to do), sometimes it’s just hanging out with a little mutual grooming before falling asleep with the sun on our backs, and sometimes it practicing having me become a better rider and partner. Since reading your books I have learned to read the cues my horses are giving me and I can’t wait to come to one of your clinics next year to learn even more. So glad you had a wonderful trip, safe journey home, and have a wonderful day.

    • Thanks so much for the kind words, thank you for following along. I hope we meet too. And now, out to muck and think big thoughts. 🙂

  8. Hi, Anna – would you consider being a clinician at the Midwest Horse Fair for presenting your unique perspective? It has 50-60,000 attendees each year and has great people with which to work. If so, I could perhaps get you in contact with the people at the Fair.

  9. Oh how I would Love to be a Demo rider for you. I’m no dressage rider but would love to look pretty on a happy horse 🙂


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