Summer's over and it's back to school for Georgie and Sheamus... or is it?
If any of you lovely lot care to read my blog regularly, you remember last month I was lucky enough to be able to ride again after a very long summer of bed rest and being firmly kept on the side lines.
After a blissful (and occasionally painful) three weeks, as the saying goes, all good things come to an end and the time came to pack myself back off to university for my last year.
However, something was different this year, a certain someone was not making the trip back down south to Essex with me - with an extremely hard year ahead at university the equally as difficult decision was made for Sheamus to stay at home.
While I'll obviously miss him terribly, my education and hopefully future career has to come first. All I can hope is that my partner in crime is equally as happy to have me back forever in eight months’ time.
Luckily for me, Sheamus is a well-travelled lad and he settles like a dream, so although he could have been a field ornament for winter, it was decided that he'd take a working holiday at the lovely Moulton College.
He'll potter around, hopefully being used in a few of the therapy demo lectures and ridden a couple of times a week (to keep the hippo belly at bay!) - as quick as I dropped him off, he'll be back with me come May. I've no doubt he will be a fantastic addition to their team.
Having moved back and forward from university for the last three years (with my four-legged friend in tow), I can say I've developed a particular knack to packing exactly what I'll need for the both of us, but for now most of his extensive wardrobe is stored in my self-entitled tack room (otherwise known as my grandparents’ garage).
So, having dropped Sheamus off, I drove down to Essex, packed to the brim with all my worldly possessions. I'm moved in and ready to start what I hope will be a very productive year.
Being a September baby, I briefly celebrated my birthday - when they ask, ‘do you feel any older?’ with the answer being yes, and was reminded by a friend that I have now entered the ‘Over 21 Club’- where I'll likely need even more sleep than ever before.
All in all, while it feels like life has gone from 0-600mph in a matter of a month, I’d like to say I’m looking forward to the challenge that lies ahead, while still starting a count down for a mid-semester visit home to Mr Sheamus.
As always, love and good health, Georgie x