A grey day greeted us as we headed out to Hurlingham Park by the Thames for the Mint Polo in the Park. Horse Polo, not water polo, nor Marco Polo either, although, I was surprised that I didn't hear anyone call out "Marco" as some stage of the afternoon. 
Thanks to the usual palaver that is the Tube on a weekend, it was quite a trek to get there, but on the way, the weather decided to make life a little wet. Naturally, the forecast was for no rain until well into the night...
So, it was drizzling by the start of the first match. An awesome way to start a game too - the ball was sitting in the middle of the pitch... er... field? and one rider from each team came steaming in to get to it first. "Suicide Start" was the correct and apt description, and on more than one occasion a polo stick needed to be replaced.
Anyway, it was a small tournament between the six teams over the weekend, which did mean that we would get to see the final later in the afternoon.
However, by that stage we had moved into the large marquee with the bar and nearly everyone else. The rain had begun to bucket down by then, making it quite difficult to see past all the umbrellas. Still, we (Zara, Jarrett, Tony, Narelle, Vanessa and myself) had quite a good afternoon of it, even getting a high-five from the winners on their victory lap. (And a rather expensive but very good polo shirt!)
