About Polo Pasión Photography
My name is Andrea Roberts, also known as Andreita by my Argentinean friends. Below are a few details about myself (I’ll try not to bore you), explaining how I got to where I am today….
Don’t worry, it won’t be too long!!
Well, after leaving Christ College, in S. Wales, a while back, the talk was all about ‘which University will you be going to?’ leaving me feeling somewhat uncomfortable, considering I had already decided on what I was going to do. I became Assistant Matron to the boys of ‘ St. George’s School, Windsor Castle.’ Here, I was given various ‘duties’ to do throughout the running of the day and the evening, which was somewhat of a task at times!! Some of my duties were ironing around 30 school shirts a day…..luckily I was able to do this sitting down. My time at St. George’s, was a fun time, from helping out where I could, to going up to St. George’s Chapel for Evensong, which I still miss today.
Then came the time to re-new my contract, and I had to decide whether I would stay working for another year, or go and seek another adventure somewhere else. Within the same week, I was asked if I would like a job looking after 6 Polo Ponies in Germany. It was a tough decision, as I loved horses (having had 2 of my own), but I also adored working at St. George’s School, where the staff were great and the boys were funny. But I had made my mind up. I was to leave for Germany!
It was here in Germany that I began my first ever job working with horses. Polo, a highly competitive sport, was all very new to me. I had 6 polo ponies with 2 owners. I learnt as I went along really, with the aid of my father at times, especially when it came to ‘worming time’.
There was an instance that I will never forget….some horses can be very intelligent when they know you are holding a wormer in your hand. “I’ll hold her head, you just aim and fire” my father instructed….and just as I was thinking what a good job I had done getting the wormer in the right direction, my father let go of the pony’s head…..oh my god….to my horror, with instantaneous laughter, the wormer hadn’t gone down the throat of my pony, but all over my father!!! Mmmm….it still makes me laugh to this day.