He looks very chic with his orange blanket, a real Dutchman no less. With his ears pricked up and his dark forelock he puts on a very important air. He is good at that. Cleaning, grooming, stroking, begging for a treat. He knows he is at a competition and laps up all the attention he gets without having to share it this time. Edward arrives. He always comes before mounting and all the commotion starts. It gives the two of them a quiet moment. As if swearing an oath to each other. Edward has Frits' head in his hands and Frits breathes him in. Calm.

It is not at all calm later in the trailer. Before a competition, Edward always goes to Frits first and then off by himself to listen to music. "It gives me such a lot of positive energy," he says when asked and then laughs so freely and easily into the wonderful music that you are full of positive energy yourself.

"I am so glad," beams Edward still completely out of breath. "He was hot, more so than on the first day. From the piaffe to the passage, he always wants to move forward. I think the long break was difficult for everyone because the horse has to completely readjust again. But I am so glad! What Frits does is unbelievable!"