Ham Polo Club is located just a 15min bus ride from my place and every Sunday from May to September, you can pop along for a fiver and picnic alongside the rich and...well the rich. And every Summer for the SIX Summers I've lived nearby, me and A-down-the-hill have said 'Oh we should go!' and then before we know it, October arrives and we've missed the season. Well not this year!
So on the last day of my year, the SS 41 chugging slowly and gracefully into its mooring, two Aussies, a Scot and four Turks packed their picnic vittels and headed to TW10 to grab a dainty bite of quintessential English-ness.
The sun beamed down upon us, the wine flowed freely and the players and their ponies polo-ed. There was a smidgen of educating (we learnt about chukkas, treading in and the like), a modicum of movement (chair to field to chair to field to...oh you get the picture) and a whole lotta laugh-out-loud-ness as commentator after commentator filled the
Anyway here's how the day went...
The game started with something a bit like a passing out. The eight players and their ponies line up in front of the clubhouse (where all the posh people sit) and as the players are introduced, they ride in a little circle around their team mates before stopping back in their original place. Bless!
'Passing Out' |
Then the action started - these eight grown ups ride around on their horses with big sticks trying to hit a tiny ball up and down a big field and through a couple of posts at either end. No, I don't play golf either.
An unexpected and rather noisy spectator dropped in for a while...(I hope at least he paid his fiver!)
...before it was back to the action as well as a change of direction (the scoring end for each team changes after each goal)...
...which is unbelievably confusing for all concerned.
Every so often play stops and they all gather around for a throw in, which look a little like a Rugby Scrum on horseback.
And lest we forget, polo is the sport of the everyman - NOT! Ponies are usually changed after each chukka making it at least four per game. Whatever happened to sweating those assets?
Anyhow, after paying for all those posh ponies, there's not much left in the pot for grounds maintenance so it was our job to chip in and 'stomp those divots'...
Stomping the divots or 'Treading In' as it's called here |
Four and half hours later, sun-kissed and inebriated it was time to go and in the back seat on the way home, I believe I gurgled happily about what a lovely day I'd had!
So that was my fond farewell to forty-one and another one of the 'things I must do while I live in Kingston' ticked off the list. But to be completely honest, now I've been, being local is no longer a mandatory for future attendance.
Chin chin!
ps...I've also been submitting some articles and reviews on a site called Weekend Notes - why don't you wander on over and check out what I wrote about this little adventure and some of the other things I've done in London.
6 comments:
You shame me again. This is another event within easy walking distance for me that I have been meaning to go to for some years but not quite managed it yet. The season still has a few weeks to go ...
You should definitely go Matthew - I cannot believe I waited so long.
Giddy-up then!
As a former horse-mad girl, with a horse still waiting for me back in Seattle, I would LOVE to see a real live polo match. Thanks for the pics & description!
My pleasure @ianandebe. Hope you manage to get along there before the season ends at the end of September.
Enjoyed both your post and your article - fun reading all around!
(But seriously - 32 horses per match?? I had no idea. And I feel for the horses in the midst of that scrum-like thingy)
I know Linda - and some of the players popped up in other matches so I shudder to think that they might not be 'recycling their ponies' and bringing out a fresh batch for the other matches!
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