You`re never too young!
David (10) and Tamara (7) show how it should be done . . .!

David (10) and Tamara (7) show how it should be done . . .!

by Margaret Edwards (April 16, 2008)
There we were and here we are,
We each arrived in a jouncy car;
And the way we came is the way we’ll go,
But we’ll leave much changed by our stay, we know,
We don’t need seatbelts — we don’t care.
We’ve come to ride in the bueno aire.
We’ve come for the gauchos, cool and solo…
We’ve come for the chance to play some polo…
For criollo horses of rugged beauty
Who know their job and do their duty.
For the golden hills and the mountain passes,
For the shining waves of a sea of grasses –
For the rocks in the walls, on the paths in the ground,
The rocks that we dodge as we gallop down…
For the birds that we spy as we gallop up
Toward a bright blue sky like a brimful cup –
For the condor’s flight on a breeze so sweet,
For the raucous green of the parakeet –
For the great big views and the heady wine
Of the days we’ve spent in the Argentine.
We thank our God and we thank our hosts
As we say our prayers and raise our toasts!
Now in its third year the stakes are dangerously high. If the Beggs lose, the youngest Styler player gets her trip free the following year. If the Stylers lose, the same daughter has to spend her holiday cleaning Kevin`s boots. This year we had a sparkling clean car and a swimming pool free of bugs as well, and poor Issy missed out on all her siestas.
We awoke to glorious sunshine, and much debate over which horses were to be ridden, how was the ground, was Lou out of the running because of old age, and most importantly what was everyone going to wear . . .there was nearly a massive family feud as young Tom Styler arrived wearing Los Pots colours, and declaring to everyone that would listen that he thought the gauchos were going to win.
Las Chicas certainly looked very scary, dressed all in white with war paint on the faces. Kevin and Lou also looked scary but they were just dressed as themselves. Things were certainly tense as they left for the polo ground, and even Cheeseface was heard to grunt a few times.
With Mrs Styler as the completely unbiased referee, the first chukka was hard fought, with Lou marked out of the game by a particularly tenacious H. Kevin managed to strike a hit between the horses legs and land a goal, so Los Gauchos were 1 - 0 up.
The second chukka showed a tremendous fightback from Las Chicas, with some particularly ferocious tackling by the Styler girls (Lou is still picking the hair from her horses ears out of her teeth), and with Emmas and Annies surefire hitting a swift goal put everyone deservedly level at half time.
Into the third chukka, and as the war paint started to slide down the Chicas faces, so Luis managed to slide between the oppositions horses, and some nifty work by Jose and Kevin took the gauchos to 4-1 up.
The final chukka proved to be the most exciting, with Las Chicas quickly pulling back a goal in the first few seconds, followed by some fast and furious play. Two penalties in the last 2.5 seconds took the teams to the final score . . .Las Chicas 4, Los Gauchos 5.
Girls . . .our boots are ready and waiting . . .

. . .it´s Harry Bullivant and his hydrofoil kite!

We would like to make a formal apology to Mr Baxter for introducing his two daughters to the ´sport of kings’ - polo. It is no doubt the start of an extremely expensive period in his life as the demands for polo helmets, sticks, knee pads, polo ponies, tournament fees, lessons, etc etc start to mount up. The girls were so desperate to take it up when they returned to England that they resourcefully made use of what they had available . . .with some interesting results . . .!
