Well where to start?
I have been away from anything horsey now for about 20 years. How I have ached and longed to always smell like horse again. My daughter is 15, and I could not help myself but place an advert on a website offering my help to some needy owner. Was not bothered with the riding, but wanted to get my hand back in, spend a little quality horsey time.
Boy did I every fall lucky!!
Two weeks after said ad was placed a young lady called me, told me of her 3 horses and 1 pony and asked if I would like to go out the very next morning. It is fair to say that I bit her hand off.
The pony is a 12h welsh section c and as cute as they come but also quite the cheeky little mare and just knows which pocket treats are generally kept in, named Willow.
Then came the three year old mare at 16.2 going by the name of Angel, who I promise you does not live upto the name. She is a very large Irish Draught and believes she is the same size as Willow.
Then came Labrett (look him up on the racing post), he was abused after being retired from the racing yard and rescued by the new owner. He is 16h, and a devilishly handsome boy with a glorious temprement.
Finally (well almost) came Spirit, a 17.2 Irish Draught, Thoroughbred cross. Also abuse so deeply by the previous owners after 6 months he still has painful skin which twitches and makes him scrape his foot when he is groomed, but gentleman he could teach the male populace.
So we chatted and I agreed to be her help.
The next morning half an hour before I am due to run up to the yard for the daily routine, my telephone gets to ringing and it is the owner. Would I like to drive down to Newmarket. Yes says I, but why? She then carries on that the trainer of Labrett, impressed with his progres after finding out his state, has retired another racer, who ' will run four furlongs but then can`t be bothered, would she like him?
So off we go, from Nottingham to Newmarket. On the way there I grow curious as to why she is pondering another horse, to find the answer to be one which actually takes my breath away and stops me talking for a full ten minutes. For you to ride, says she.
So, Shadowfax (Again do look at the racing post) is 16.2 and the most beautiful boy I have ever seen, there is a light in his eyes that melts my eyes and opens my heart. He is delivered the next day to the yard.
So two weeks later...we have two ex race horses to reschool, a three year old who though lightly backed needs working from the ground up and something beyond a firm hand. A very tall boy who needs a great deal of love and care, plus a cheeky pony who needs some extra exercize. Then we move yards, and I find a 14.3 bay mare who needs a new mummy, on full free loan.
I go home and think long and hard...long...and hard. Then think some more.
I try her the next day. She is 20 or 22, unridden for about 6 months due to a mild heart attack by the owner, But absolutely NOT a novice ride and who is delighted to get to stretch her legs again.
Yup!! I know what you are thinking, and I did, Penny is now mine. So two weeks ago, I just wanted to get back in with horses, and here I am with 6 to fill the void, they have all settled into their new home. Predictably Angel has established herself as lead mare in the mares field. Shadow fax has been bullied and now has a few bites and a cut on his knee which is needing some careful attention but who loves Labrett and Spirit to death, so it has balanced out for him it seems.
The work in ernest starts tomorrow for Angel, Shadow, Labrett and Spirit in the school the latter to rebuild muscle now that his weight is increasing.
I will get you all some pictures and keep you posted. But as a 35 year old psychology student who just wanted to find some quality horsey time. I think I may have achieved my goal...and more besides.
I have been away from anything horsey now for about 20 years. How I have ached and longed to always smell like horse again. My daughter is 15, and I could not help myself but place an advert on a website offering my help to some needy owner. Was not bothered with the riding, but wanted to get my hand back in, spend a little quality horsey time.
Boy did I every fall lucky!!
Two weeks after said ad was placed a young lady called me, told me of her 3 horses and 1 pony and asked if I would like to go out the very next morning. It is fair to say that I bit her hand off.
The pony is a 12h welsh section c and as cute as they come but also quite the cheeky little mare and just knows which pocket treats are generally kept in, named Willow.
Then came the three year old mare at 16.2 going by the name of Angel, who I promise you does not live upto the name. She is a very large Irish Draught and believes she is the same size as Willow.
Then came Labrett (look him up on the racing post), he was abused after being retired from the racing yard and rescued by the new owner. He is 16h, and a devilishly handsome boy with a glorious temprement.
Finally (well almost) came Spirit, a 17.2 Irish Draught, Thoroughbred cross. Also abuse so deeply by the previous owners after 6 months he still has painful skin which twitches and makes him scrape his foot when he is groomed, but gentleman he could teach the male populace.
So we chatted and I agreed to be her help.
The next morning half an hour before I am due to run up to the yard for the daily routine, my telephone gets to ringing and it is the owner. Would I like to drive down to Newmarket. Yes says I, but why? She then carries on that the trainer of Labrett, impressed with his progres after finding out his state, has retired another racer, who ' will run four furlongs but then can`t be bothered, would she like him?
So off we go, from Nottingham to Newmarket. On the way there I grow curious as to why she is pondering another horse, to find the answer to be one which actually takes my breath away and stops me talking for a full ten minutes. For you to ride, says she.
So, Shadowfax (Again do look at the racing post) is 16.2 and the most beautiful boy I have ever seen, there is a light in his eyes that melts my eyes and opens my heart. He is delivered the next day to the yard.
So two weeks later...we have two ex race horses to reschool, a three year old who though lightly backed needs working from the ground up and something beyond a firm hand. A very tall boy who needs a great deal of love and care, plus a cheeky pony who needs some extra exercize. Then we move yards, and I find a 14.3 bay mare who needs a new mummy, on full free loan.
I go home and think long and hard...long...and hard. Then think some more.
I try her the next day. She is 20 or 22, unridden for about 6 months due to a mild heart attack by the owner, But absolutely NOT a novice ride and who is delighted to get to stretch her legs again.
Yup!! I know what you are thinking, and I did, Penny is now mine. So two weeks ago, I just wanted to get back in with horses, and here I am with 6 to fill the void, they have all settled into their new home. Predictably Angel has established herself as lead mare in the mares field. Shadow fax has been bullied and now has a few bites and a cut on his knee which is needing some careful attention but who loves Labrett and Spirit to death, so it has balanced out for him it seems.
The work in ernest starts tomorrow for Angel, Shadow, Labrett and Spirit in the school the latter to rebuild muscle now that his weight is increasing.
I will get you all some pictures and keep you posted. But as a 35 year old psychology student who just wanted to find some quality horsey time. I think I may have achieved my goal...and more besides.