If my projects in professional, political, and voluntary
activities seem pathologically earnest, I hope I may redeem myself with
an overview of some of my pastimes. The links give in-depth information
about each pursuit.
Tent Pegging with UNICEF Team Canada Equestrian skill-at-arms is perhaps the most outlandish sport imaginable, chivalry's last gasp in the modern world. Not content to risk life and limb on only a single continent, I captain Canada's national team at the sport's International Championships.
Governor General's Horse Guards My service with the Horse Guards' Cavalry Squadron
has been something of a romp through ceremony, terrifying innocent horses with sword and lance
in an effort to help perpetuate the Canadian Forces' equestrian
Piano I enjoy learning the piano a great deal, despite the experience being an object lesson in humility. I am currently tickling the ivories towards my first set of tests with the Royal Schools of Music exam board.
My 1979 MGB Roadster I likely spend more time under my MG trying to keep it from giving
up the ghost, than I spend in it driving. Still, on those rare summer
days when the sun is shining and the engine is running, the long hours
of grease-coated labour prove their worth.
Jumblie (Jumblie Far and Few) Within moments of gathering-up Jumblie in my arms, I realised that any resistance to his wagging charms would be futile. Dalmatians were originally bred to work with horses, and I suspect that Jumblie, Chance, Bello, and I are destined to frolic our way into road trials together.
Chance (Perchance to Dream) and Bello (Rex Bellorum) With a Thoroughbred's lust for speed and a warhorse's thirst for slaughter, my horse Chance seems to have been expressly created for the sport of tent pegging. Bello, my Warlander, is just beginning to come into his genetic inheritance as a Baroque war horse. Together, the three of us live out the creed that life is best greeted with reckless abandon.
Miaowser (Miaow in Tooth and Claw) Miaowser was an abandoned kitten, whom
I found plaintively miaowing for rescue (hence the name) in the rain.
She has since grown into a nimble terror, who delights in trying to
invite Sarah's parrot Cody to lunch.
The Tilt Yard Menagerie It took little time for my farm to become the abode of all manner of whinnying, braying, meowing, barking, chirping, and sighing creatures. The Tilt Yard is now home to eight horses, one pony, one donkey, five cats, one dog, one parrot, and their two febrile humans.
To join me in any of my leisure projects, please drop me a note through my Volunteers page.