Great weekend event

Good morning Blogger friends. This weekend an international polo event took place on the outskirts of our town. It was organized by the head of a family of longstanding in our church parish. Outhouses and stables were built, offices constructed, fields cleared, and paddocks and grounds prepared for all equestrians to enjoy. During the week, he also runs his construction business from this site. 

Our church has a fundraising committee and the innovative ladies in charge, tendered and got the job of catering for the weekend. 

Congregants cheerfully and generously donated cash; hot rolls, hamburger buns; ingredients such as the national sausage, boerewors, ground beef, salad ingredients and cheese. A local lodge brought their pizza oven with staff to run it. 

What an asset this team was to our endeavors and absolutely instrumental to the overall success of the weekend.

Here our parish priest is being taught how to roll out a thin pizza base!

Our two holy men and church organist demonstrate the serving of tea!

Our church parish boasts several talented ladies who always see to the floral arrangements for the Sunday service. Here, their talents abounded creating beautiful seating area for the spectators to enjoy refreshments while watching the polo game

We, the ladies of the congregation had a tea, coffee, cake and sandwiches table. A roster was drawn up for teams of three ladies; one to sell tickets and the other two to serve the beverages. My turn with two friends, was on Sunday from 11am. 

Friday at midday, I stopped off at the event to drop my hot dog rolls. The portable credit card had just been brought to the table and as the only techno savvy septuagenarian, I offered to man (woman!) the sales. I ended up staying until 4pm!

Here I am with friends, Bets (center) and Meri, wearing a cutesy hat (whom I refer to as my Dr Platzhund *)

On Sunday after church, we three ladies arrived at the tent at 10.45 for 11am. I immediately sat down in front of the cash box and card machine. There was already a veritable queue of spectators wanting to buy tickets for tea and cake! 

In between rushes of thirsty people, Meri, whose SIL played polo every weekend in a neighboring province, explained the machinations of the game. She said that polo was known as the second most dangerous sport (motor racing being the most dangerous). I love listening to her and Bets who intersperses Meri's statements with "really?".  Meri was explaining that if a horse sustained a serious injury, it normally had to be shot. Bets, by now, openmouthed, gushed "really, is the rider shot?" To which an exasperated Meri replied: "NOOOO, Bets, the horse is!"

I really had a great weekend and especially enjoyed meeting the horsey fraternity of our community. 

Blogger's note: * I refer to Meri as my Dr Platzhund because she is my go-to person regarding anything to do with my pets. She belongs to the Animal Anti-cruelty league in South Africa and apart from knowing all the rules and regulations, she is so knowledgeable about the psychology of animals. She was instrumental in me getting  Skabby on a strict regime to lose weight and improve his health. One of the biggest compliments I have ever had was recently, when Meri saw a photo of Skabby,  ( as posted in yesterday's blog) she said that I had probably added at least two quality years onto my dog's life. 

HAVE A GREAT WEDNESDAY!