Riding to the ceremony

September 2, 2018

Ida and I were ready before 1pm, and I knew Rebel would arrive soon. We made sure everything was sorted and it was time to go. There is a beautiful spiral staircase on the way down and we agreed to take some photos there before heading out. All on time, all planned. I was walking down, Ida was waiting for me at the top. I looked out of the window and could see Chelsea´s horse box pulling up. I started crying. It was so special for me at that moment. I waved at Nikki and Chelsea, who could see me from the outside. Rebel walked out, looking absolutely stunning. My very good friend Louise spent hours in the morning plaiting him up and he looked like a million dollars – just so handsome.

I honestly have the best friends, who have helped me out like there was no tomorrow. He was all ready for the big day and I knew this was going to be very very special. I had this idea months ago, but never told a single person apart from Howie. Andrea at Hillhouse, who was so supportive and accommodating for all our ideas, also thought it sounded brilliant, so we had the green light- I was going to ride down the gravel path to the marquee – for everyone to see. Just the entrance I have been dreaming about since forever. On a horse, that has made my life in Scotland ten times better.

This boy just does not know how important he is to me. It was time to shine – for both of us.

Here we are waiting for everyone to take their seats. Ida was walking in first, just when Una Mattina by Ludovico Einaudi started playing. I waited patiently for my turn, 50 seconds into the song. I really had to listen carefully as I could barely hear it from where I was standing, and it was SO difficult not to ride in earlier. I felt like I waited for minutes. When I eventually rode in I was certain everyone knew I was riding, as I took forever, and Rebel could not stand still for a second. But believe you me, the reaction I got was out of this world. You had to be there to understand and I will remember that moment for as long as I am alive. The whole marquee nearly lifted and people where screaming and shouting out loud. Rebel did not put a foot wrong, walking down like a true gentleman ♥

I always thought I would jump off straight away, but after hearing the crowd I decided to stay on him a little bit longer. Georgina took some lovely photos and it was all very special. I was so nervous how I would dismount him with my dress and high heels, as I never got to practice for obvious reasons, but I managed to do it fairly gracefully and landed on both feet. What a result, what a moment.

I honestly need to dedicate this post to Chelsea, Nikki and Louise for making this happen. Thank you so much for all your help.

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