Sorry, was that my stick in your face?

The camera group met up at Beaufort Polo Club this afternoon for an exploratory gander at the polo scene...

No, I have no idea what was going on, but remarkably the first aider* I was stood next to was not called on at all. (*possibly a vet, who knows)

Not easy to get a sense of the speed with which these powerful ponies change direction, or of the track as the ball heads off into the distance.

But don't ask me what's going on. Some points were awarded. There was a referee, and the occasional loud klaxon.

I'll take the mint...