When time stands still, you have butterflies in your stomach and are so happy you could cry

9:15am. When you stand at the edge and watch everyone, there are moments when it goes quiet. Slowly and steadily. Moments when you are aware you are breathing in and out, the transitory nature of the moment, its value and are just as aware of the horse's pulse, its breath and almost its thoughts. We still have time, Edward and Undercover are one of the last on and the round with our precious horse is not a taxing one. Clip-clop, clip-clop go the hooves. Frits naturally has no idea that he will soon be competing with Edward for an Olympic medal. He pulls at the halter and wants to sample the grass tempting him in Greenwich Park. Does Olympic grass taste different?

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