A few weeks ago, I got invited to a Polo match. I didn’t know what to expect, but once I arrived I was surprised at how much I enjoyed watching the game.
We arrived a few minutes before the first Chukka started, we set up camp for the day, or rather parked the cars next to the field took out our camping chairs and set a pick nick in the boot of the cars. With a class of gin and tonic, and a few snack set out the players arrived on the field and the match began.
There were a few nervous moments when the horses would charge toward us, but we only had one moment of panic as a ball came flying past. I found out later that it is a very rare occurrence. I loved the excitement of the game and being so close to the action.
I enjoyed it so much I went back the week after.
