The bruise, which has since turned darker and more green, was given to me by our boy River. Although in the moment I wasn't too pleased with him, looking back I can hardly blame him. I had to move jumps around, the mowers had moved them, so I would be ready for a jump school the following day. I was carrying a jump standard with two hands with the reins around my right elbow wishing I was actually a SOMEBODY so I could have a skinny teenager to be my working student and do all this stupid grunt work for me in the scorching post-flood humitity...when out of nowhere River pulled back and rammed the standard into my thigh. Needless to say, I doubled over with pain, heat exhaustion and general anger. I've since recovered and have a preety cool bruise to show off!