Yup, that’s me … just another horse crazy girl.
I’ve loved horses as long as I can remember.
I had my first official riding lesson at a stable in North London, England, when I was 10 years old on a Welsh pony named, appropriately, Welshman.
And that was it … I was officially hooked.
As a young girl I spent countless hours pouring through equestrian equipment catalogues, writing and re-writing lists of horse and pony breeds, colours, markings, names … you name it. I participated in Pony Weeks (a horse to call my own for a whole week!).
I learned to feed, blanket, muck, fetch, groom, clean tack, and stay out of the way of biters and kickers.
Of course, I begged my mother for a horse, but as we were a one-parent/one-income family the dream of a cream-coloured pony in my garden shed stayed just that … a dream.
I devoured horse books — read Walter Farley’s The Black Stallion and others from the series numerous times. (Oh, how I wanted to be Alec Ramsey and happen upon a horse like ‘The Black.’ — The movie version of 1979 is magical.) The Misty of Chincoteague books by Marguerite Henry were another favourite. And Thelwell made me see the funny side of the equine obsession.
I still have copies of these books in my equestrian collection.
We lived two-hours by bus away from the stable, so going to ride was an entire day’s excursion. But, of course, I didn’t mind. I wanted to hang out with the horses, maybe even help with the stable chores so I could catch a ride around the stable block on the ancient, sway-back, grey Arabian with no teeth, Sultan.
Time on the back of any horse was pure heaven.
I can still recite the names of most of the horses at the very first stable of my childhood, including my favourites: Black Jack – he was a biter but seemed to like me for some reason so didn’t bother me too much; Major – a big dapple grey with a Roman nose; Maybe – a deep, red chestnut mare I absolutely fell in love with because she made me feel so special when I rode her (called by this name because the owner used to say “Maybe she’ll be ready by May and maybe she won’t ..”); Lucky – another pretty chestnut mare; Freckles – a strawberry roan mare I had a lot of fun jumping with; and, Cloud – the beautiful cream colour pony of my dreams who, when he came up for sale, I begged and begged and begged my mom to buy. I’ve already told you how that ended.
I could go on, but perhaps this is better expanded upon in my actual blog …
hey, there’s an idea!
And then, of course, there’s the current love of my equestrian life … Shakespeare … not cream-coloured but still the dream made real … and it took only 35 years to come true!
Welcome to my horse crazy world!
Thanks for visiting …
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