Be Unlimited – Free at last!
I used to say to my friends, have you seen so and so, because I haven’t seen them for ages. I was very naive at that time and I didn’t realise where they’d gone. I know now!
Guest Writer, Horsey Life in France
Guest Writer
Guest Writer, Horsey Life in France
Training Helen – How Horsey People Do the Entente Cordiale
Missy balked at the river which is hysterical given her eventing history. “Training, Helen! Next time we cross the Charente!” Gulp. The Charente is huge!
Childhood Memories, Guest Writer
Just Because My Horse Is Little … Don’t Jump to Conclusions!
Pandemonium broke out again. The judge sent for a measuring stick. You could have heard a pin drop as he measured her. “14.3hh” he shouted.
Country Life, Guest Writer
Thievery and Invaders Aka “Schmarotzer” in German
Now, I always – ALWAYS – tell people to close the doors, due to marauding chickens and a bottomless pit of a barn cat looking for a place to invade.
Childhood Memories, Guest Writer
Take a Very Good Natured Horse, Two Idiots, and a Railway Sleeper
… we crossed the road into a council housing estate. Still running, sweating and out of breath we kept going through the streets and then we stopped dead and we said in unison, ‘oh shit’.
Guest Writer, Homeopathy, Phytotherapy
My Horse Colics! Don’t Panic: Here Is a Homeopathic Solution
My gelding, if he gets cold, he colics. Mild, usually, but it’s still a colic. He just collapses in a heap, and that’s that.
Childhood Memories, Guest Writer
No Knowledge, No Lessons, No Clue – But Determined to Ride!!
We would ride them bareback to the forge – riding one horse, leading two or three. I was always told that my riding looked like a monkey playing the piano.
Guest Writer, Other Equids
20 Things I Learned From My Donkey
If it looks like the donkey is killing another donkey or a horse – don’t worry. He’s playing. Donkeys play rough!
Childhood Memories, Guest Writer
A Novice Child in Charge of a Pony? What Were They Thinking?
She grabbed hold of my pony’s bridle and started running flat out. Eventually Peter the pony finally deigned to canter, with no input from me, I should add.
Childhood Memories, Guest Writer
Grateful Thanks to a Grey Pony Who Shaped My Life and Made Me Who I Am
I leaped in screaming her name to try and save her. I discovered the bed of the rean was like black quicksand, and her legs were stuck. It was sucking her in.
Guest Writer, Other Equids
Tiny Tim, the Christmas Rescue Donkey’s Story
Rescuing a donkey can be tricky when you know little to nothing about donkeys. Find out what I learned and how I helped him to be happy and well adjusted.
