We’ve been driving a whole day and night from Netherlands to Stockholm and now I’m on the boat from Sweden to Finland. On the boat is an internet connection, so I can post you photos of the great weekend. Then I think I’ll get some sleep in a cabin. A few hours sleep in a car is not really the best way to keep oneself up and running
The Spring Games weekend is a combination of lectures, clinics, competitions, and lots of fun! I didn’t have much time to practice after the Nordic championships, but I wanted to have some fun and travel to Holland anyway, so I skipped the tough open class and took part in the student class. I don’t got right now the results with me to write them down here, but hopefully they’ll appear in the Spring Games website.
Steven Beane won the open class. He was with Danny Elliot also having a demo of shoeing a draft. First in the morning you forge the speed class, then shoe one little shire pony in between and straight after that to the final shoeing class. That’s already a tough day, I’d say
The weekend included a pot luck class, where farriers made all sort of items they liked to, and the items were auctioned in the end of the day. The auction profit went to the Flying Anvil Fondation. They are educating farriers and helping that way people and animals in less developed countries.
Uno Yxklinten making a unicorn out of a horseshoe.
Dutch men with wooden clogs.
Steven and Sarah.
Competition is hard and incidents happen. Vetle cooling his burned hand in the water. But the grin never disappears. Competing is fun!
A careful preparation to contest is important. My competition nails this time I try to take care that they are always nice and colourful in competition. For some reason they never look very nice anymore after a couple of classes
I had a great time with Norwegians in the “army truck accomodation”. We were six persons in the same room and there were lots of shoes lying around everywhere. Guess which of the shoes are used at work and which are for the dinner
The Friesian horses in the final shoeing class.
A line of dead legs to be shod in the student final class. It’s handy to pack the bloody ends to the plastic gloves, but my sense of humour seems to be brutal enough and I can’t help laughing at that sight