It’s time!!!!
We are on stupidly early tomorrow.
Just going to turn this mud monster here
into this super smart eventer
Happy sunshine day
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Training, not Taming
Training, not taming, the horse to be ridden. A recent post on social media showed a photo of a beautifully marked wild mustang stallion posturing. The caption asked “is this the self-carriage that we seek?” And one of the replies was “I’m not sure I’d like to be riding my horse if he was in that mode…”
And this got me wondering. Looking at the photo, the horse’s back is beautifully lifted, and at maximum length from tail to poll, the overall balance is uphill, the suspension and ground cover breath-taking, the throat latch is open but the poll is absolutely the highest point. In short, if one added a rider to the photo, it would be the most beautifully correct passage, and the rider would be invisible because the horse would steal the show.
So for me, yes, absolutely, this self-carriage is a good example of what I would seek. As Charles de Kunffy says, the purpose of dressage training, in keeping with the Renaissance ideals, is to transform a random act of Nature into an edifice of Art. Training, not taming.
The purpose of training, for me, is to strive towards a quality of symbiosis that makes me and the horse feel like a Centaur, one body, one mind, working together effortlessly and invisibly. I love eventing so ideally for me that would be true on the cross country course, show jumping and also in the dressage arena. I want my horse to be a willing partner, thinking for himself, our brains attuned to each other but working in harmony. I certainly wouldn’t want to canter towards a big solid cross-country fence with a horse that isn’t looking after himself and, by extension, me as well. Training, not taming.
Now please don’t get me wrong, I am not boasting here: if you saw me ride, you would see that I am a long, long way away from that ideal. But it is important to know what we strive for, for how else might we take steps to achieve it?
So would we like to ride a horse with the amount of energy and pizzazz of the posturing stallion?
Who wouldn’t?
Surely the whole point of riding a horse is to have two bodies and minds working together to achieve more than either can separately? The human becomes more majestic, more imposing, more powerful, on board a horse, leaping huge fences and traveling at tremendous speed. The whole point of riding is to harness the power of the horse and use it for our purpose; be that enjoyment, labour, display or battle. Why would you get on a horse and ask it to diminish itself?
Many horses are “energy efficient”. Many horses have no idea how powerful they can be! My own gorgeous, sleepy, gentle Cal, scares himself silly when both hind legs work equally and he realises how much power there is behind him. When he hits that point, we have had Pesade and Capriole, when all that was required was two hind legs, equal, underneath you, lifting please! The baby Rocky is right hand crooked: when asked to lift his bum with his left hind, we have had kicks and twists and inside outs just to avoid a bit of new weight bearing. When they find the feeling though, and play around with the new body you have just introduced them to, that is truly an amazing moment.
One of my most treasured memories is when the black horse, Paddy, old, arthritic, stiff and resistant, spontaneously offered the most beautiful canter in a lesson where we spent a bit of time doing walk pirouettes and helped him to unlock his back. The canter was a really cool reaction- “ooooooh that feels soooo goooood”
The novice horse loses the new balance again two strides later of course! But if you can show them that place, again and again, the balance becomes better and stronger and then they choose the new muscle usage because it feels good, and then they offer the correct posture because it feels good. And then they blossom and grow in confidence and stature.
This can’t be forced. For the horse to choose, it has to feel physically better. And good training, that sticks, where the horse is a willing partner, has to be based on offers not coercion. The best training is where we set up a question or exercise where the only logical physical answer employs the new muscle usage that we seek. The horse experiments, tries a few things, works out the required offer and then is rewarded for the try. The exercise is repeated, the try gets quicker, more confident, stronger. Eventually the horse learns that this exercise creates that feeling, and the aids become invisible and the try becomes an immediate response. And that is training, not taming.
There is no “control” required because there is no resistance and no fear. The horse is on the aids, working on suggestions and signals. The horse is not diminished mentally because his mind is respected and employed to his advantage during the training. The horse is not diminished physically because the training is built up slowly, layer upon layer of incrementally tougher demands on a body that has been gradually prepared for the higher demands of collection.
This takes timing, and tact, and humour, and skill. And it takes lots of time. Podhjasky says 4 years to prepare a horse for the high school movements. Four years after they first start school work, which the SRS horses do at 6. Years 4-6 are spent hacking out, in straight lines, developing bones and tendon and bodies, seeing the world and learning about life, not in the arena.
But when you have an advanced well horse trained in this manner, that will spontaneously offer every ounce of half a tonne of muscle, to make the pair of you majestic, why would you not want a piece of that? And why would you not want it to last for ever?
That’s what I’m striving towards. And if it takes me a whole lifetime of learning and training to achieve it with one horse for even one minute, it will have been worth the journey.
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“My horse won’t cope barefoot..”
“My horse won’t cope barefoot”…I would like a pound for every time I have heard this statement. I’m sure every horse can cope barefoot, and indeed I personally am running out of reasons why I might ever put a metal shoe on a horse, but I know not every owner can cope barefoot.
Barefoot can be a hard choice. It would have been very easy with Cal for me to believe that my horse won’t cope barefoot. It’s been incredibly hard for me to keep looking for the metabolic issue, to get to the diagnosis of the systemic problem that is stopping him from being a good rock crunching barefooter. It would have been so easy for me to slap shoes on it and just carry on but then I would have missed the ulcers, had even less warning about the COPD and would never have treated the boderline Cushings, luckily getting his ACTH levels down with herbal supplements. It is difficult for someone who hasn’t read about barefoot properly or thought to question the status quo to understand that everything they know about horse husbandry is designed to wreck the healthy hoof. Most of the ways that we choose to look after horses are for our convenience and not for the horse’s health. I know this, I have been there. I had the “best” looked after polo ponies within the M25 when I was grooming all those years ago. I hated some of the Argie methods but I learned a huge amount from the polo itinerants, and from other horseman in Australia, Scotland, Germany. I have continued to listen and learn ever since, with a completely open mind. And I have checked the science, the research and the evidence, as I would for my human cancer patients. We should be in a Golden Age of horsemanship. We have rigorous scientific methods, amazing equipment and skills to analyse and interpret data. We are in a position to test every aspect of horse care and the effects on the horse’s health and mental wellbeing. Unfortunately much of the science is paid for by those with vested interests, and those who belive they know horses the best don’t feel the need to question their knowledge.
Horses are designed to move, 12-15-20 miles a day in the wild. Horses are built to trickle feed on a variety of poor grasses. They would choose outdoor life in stable social groups with a reassuring hierarchy and plenty of space to get away from the dominant bully. They are not meant to stand overnight in shavings soaked in their own urine and faeces, eat too much sugary starchy food, go out for a few hours a day in an individual turnout paddock, deprived of crucial contact and rituals such as mutual grooming, stuff themselves full of lush grass and work for only a few hours a week.
A friend today told me how their half TB horse won’t cope barefoot because she has typical thoroughbred rubbish feet. I understand where she’s coming from- I used to feel the same way. Paddy had the worst feet in Cheshire: despite industrial amounts of farriers formula, he could never hold shoes and his hoof wall was thin and crumbly. Plenty of other people have felt the same way, watching their horse with his unconditioned hooves gimping across the yard when he loses a shoe. You would gimp in exactly the same way if I took your shoes off and asked to you to walk on hardcore or gravel straightaway.
When I took Paddy’s shoes off, many people, including the vet and the farrier told me that I would find that my horse won’t cope barefoot. However, Paddy forced me to try barefoot, by nearly killing several farriers, including the horse whispering blacksmith, and what I found was that his hooves and his brain improved immeasurably. He became sure-footed, confident and healthier. He stopped rushing his fences and I could feel him balancing his body underneath me. It took time; in Paddy’s case about three months, to get him to rock-crunching go-anywhere status. Now at 20 he is sound and still going strong. He had four fantastic seasons eventing barefoot, then taught my husband Gary to ride, hunt and team chase and is now giving my step-daughter Lizzie the confidence to explore the forest.
Paddy is 7/8 TB; it’s nothing to do with TB genes. There is actually no significant genetic difference between all the modern horses around the world. Traits, yes, genetic alteration, no. The only exception is the recessive Hoof Wall Separation Syndrome in Connemaras, a recessive syndrome. This tragic syndrome would cause early death in the wild and therefore the aberrant gene would be weeded out as it is a disadvantage to survival.
The reason thoroughbreds are thought to have rubbish feet is that they are kept confined from a young age, fed starchy food and shod regularly from the age of two. The hoof doesn’t finish developing until the horse is about 6; if it is compromised from an early age of course it will be sub-standard. Alois Podhajsky recommends that mares and foals move daily from night pasture to day pasture a couple of miles down a rocky track to help the foals’ limbs and feet develop. In the wild foals hit the ground, stand up, suckle and immediately start travelling with the herd, quickly averaging 12 miles a day in their early lives. There are trainers successfully racing thoroughbreds barefoot
http://www.simonearleracing.com/how_we_train_our_horses.html
and many stories of off the track thoroughbreds being successfully rehabilitated to new lives barefoot.
Stacey, my neighbour, http://www.forestholidaycottages.co.uk/ put it beautifully today. She said “what we call footy, a person who didn’t understand barefoot would call lame.”
Better qualified people than me have answered the same question
http://www.unshod.co.uk/articles/guide_healthy_hooves.php
So Con today was great on smooth tarmac, striding out beautifully on fine gravel and small stones but picked his way carefully and a bit more slowly over larger stones and hardcore. His ears never went back, he never made a pain face, if his foot landed on a sharp stone he hopped off it like a sensible pony and occasionally he chose to use the soft ground at the side of the path on the very challenging ground. Some might say that this means my horse can’t cope barefoot. We hacked for 45 minutes around Delamere and had a couple of good trots and a short canter. Once we turned for home he positively marched back to the house. Is he lame???
Which then leads me to more questions-
how do we define lameness?
how do we do a full five stage vetting on a barefoot horse?
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The Best Seat in the House; cats rule the world
Everyone that has a cat will know that the cats rule the world. There’s a reason why the Bond villains have a cat on their lap- the cat is actually the villain and the hapless human just falls in with the malevolent plan. Our current cat is called Mr Burns. He’s called Mr Burns because he has a Hitler moustache
( http://www.catsthatlooklikehitler.com/cgi-bin/seigmiaow.pl
but I wasn’t allowed to call him Adolf because that wouldn’t have been politically correct. At the time we had two other cats called Bart and Homer so the villain became Mr Burns.
Bart and Homer came from the local rescue centre. They were matching black and white cats with perfect dinner suits and spats. They were sold as two brothers but were more likely father and son (the clue is in the name). We got them as a bribe to make sure the kids wanted to visit us in our little terrace in Monton, and because no house looks complete without a pet of some sort.
When we moved to Frodsham the cats discovered bliss- we moved in the middle of the August 2003 heat wave and I vividly remember them dancing around the garden in the dark chasing moths; after skulking around the bins and alleyways of Monton, green leafy Frodsham must have been a revelation.
I had a friend who had lots of kittens and cats, but the cute kittens were always grey or tabby, so didn’t match and were easily resisted: of course one acquires cats by colour matched sets. Then one day this little black and white kitten bounced out of Judith’s spare stable and I knew we were doomed. He doesn’t have a perfect dinner suit, he’s a bit dishevelled but he matched and he was super confident and so he became ours.
At the time we had a long-term house guest. Auntie Laura had broken both feet sleep-walking out of the balcony of her first floor flat in London onto a concrete slab. Initially she stayed with her sister who wouldn’t let her drink and take painkillers (spot the problem when there is nothing else to do for 6 weeks in plaster) so she came to stay with us. We said she couldn’t bring her dog as the cats were already traumatised enough by the arrival of the crazy kitten so Laura taught the kitten to behave like a dog. He doesn’t sit to command anymore but he does greet you at the door and come for walks and generally is much more affectionate and engaging than your average cat. He was a barn cat who took to home comforts like a complete professional; he must have thought all his Christmases had come at once. He is a brilliant mouser, and ratter, and badger baiter, but his best days are duvet days, spread out on your chest, testing his needle sharp claws on your belly and swiping you for a cuddle every time your attention wanders.
It’s just Mr Burns left now: the tale of the other cats is for another day. He has paid Laura back by training Ernie the pointer puppy.
We acquired an old suite off a mate; the chair was earmarked for the dog. We have several pieces of Vetbed: incredibly expensive puppy proof fleecey mat. All the cat has to do is sit in the middle and stretch out and the dog must sit in discomfort on the hard cold floor. Watching the cat ignore the dog’s shenanigans has taught me a huge amount about animal training. It’s all about infinite patience and never changing the question.
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What is your Purpose?
“What is your purpose?”
Such a simple and yet such a huge question. We had a visitor last weekend; Alison Delaney of Little Bird
http://www.littlebird.org.uk/
Alison is one of the most inspirational ladies I know. Her passion is helping people to fulfill their dreams. She also loves horses and dogs and so it was an absolute joy to be able to pay it forward by inviting her for a day out riding my beautiful grey horse in our fabulous forest.
Alison’s great gift is making all sorts of different people feel amazing about themselves. Her deceptively simple question gets right to the heart of the matter.
So here goes
1) to leave people, places and horses better than we found them.
2) to provide an environment for the horses where they can live as natural a life as possible where all their needs are met #friendsforagefreedom
3) to train classically and correctly in a manner that puts the horse first, maximises his longevity, health and potential. To train from the beginning as if everything is possible, and to preserve the horse’s spirit so it is a true partnership, dancing together.
4) to participate regularly in the full spectrum of equestrian activities: eventing, hunting, dressage, and show jumping, without compromising on the above ideals.
5) to enjoy the journey and and to learn all the lessons presented by any challenges.
6) to become the complete equestrian, and therefore the complete human.
7) always a magic number: to freely give what we most desire.
What is your purpose?
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Congruence, Emotional Intelligence and Authenticity
Congruence, emotional intelligence and authenticity have become buzz-words recently. Search the internet and there are countless sites offering to help us reconnect with our inner self, with assistance from Reiki, meditation, yoga, Tai Chi, mindfulness, raw food diets and even equine assisted facilitation.
As life gets busier and we become further removed from the simple pleasures; walking barefoot across a lawn, paddling on a beach, sitting on the grass in the sun, standing on a hill-top feeling the breeze across our faces, we lose congruence and humankind becomes sicker and poorer.
Those of us who play with horses for our fun are very fortunate in that we experience Nature regularly, especially if we keep our horses at home. I get to feel the wind on my face every day cycling down to the field with the night-time feeds, as well as the rain, the snow and hopefully, soon, the sun. I slither and slide through the mud in our field, I hear the owl call, the vixen shriek and see the moon and the stars turn with the seasons. In summer I will laze on the grass with the horses, sun bathing and joining in the rolling party, in between pulling ragwort and pooh picking. There is no finer way to see the countryside unfold and observe the wild life than from the back of a horse. Just ask the Queen!
As well as the fresh air and hard physical labour, which has a virtuous Victorian effect on the mood, there are subtler lessons to learn from horses. Horses are very clear about the importance of congruence. There is nothing more distressing to a horse than sharing space with a being which feels one emotion and projects another. To them, this means there must be a big hungry cat in the vicinity. Humans bizarrely do this all the time; they say one thing, whilst meaning another, they hide their fear, even from themselves. Ignoring the big scary plastic bag just makes horses even more wild. They feel responsible for you while you are sat up there whistling away, imagine if you are the only one that could see that dangerous animal and your stupid partner is ignoring all the warning signals you are throwing out. Much better to see the bag and yawn, yes yawn. “That boring thing? Yes of course I can see it silly, it won’t eat us, and it’s just a stupid bag.”
#friendsforagefreedom
Horses have unfortunately become a commodity to feed our egos, an accessory to furnish us with trophies and achievements, or a substitute dependant that needs to be loved and spoiled and cared for in some slightly offbeat displacement activity. As a result they are often kept in totally unnatural environments, provided with what humans perceive as essential: a warm stable, a nice rug and lots of high quality food. What a horse perceives as essential is very different: in the wild they would choose continuous movement, interaction with other horses for grooming and herd behaviours, forage for 16 hours a day to keep their teeth healthy and their stomach acid low, and freedom to roam.
Once Paddy had managed to tell me that barefoot was the only way forward for him, I started to question a lot of the other dogma associated with traditional horse keeping in horse mad Cheshire. The various dilemmas familiar to barefoot horse owners surfaced and individual solutions evolved. Trim versus natural wear, turnout versus grass, the whole minefield of starting to read food labels and learning about ingredients and mineral balance. Luckily for me my first barefooter was an easy transition. Gut health, equine gastric ulcer syndrome, hind gut health, hoof abscesses after chemical worming leading us to targeted worming programmes, the list of what my horses have taught me is endless and will take many years to share.
The lesson for today however is my definition of congruence; that if you live what you believe, are completely authentic, then even without trying, you will show the way and others will follow.
Three years ago we moved to a new livery yard. We had been livery gypsies for a few years. Mel the polo groom had looked after Special Needs Paddy beautifully, which meant that we moved yards every year to her new polo job. We had done a tour of the outskirts of Delamere, complicated slightly by the acquisition of the second horse and then, when Mel left to marry her dream man, we spent a couple of years trying to find equivalent stellar care. We eventually landed at Bankfield shortly after the yard had been taken on by an American couple who were going to run the place as a professional competition yard. There were 18 boxes and they were full. The other liveries were traditional horse owners, all very nice but competitive and pretty orthodox in their training and husbandry practises. We were barefoot but Cal was barely functional and we had just started lessons with Patrice- I was in the self-lunging de-contracting stage which meant lots of trotting around super slow with high hands and maximum neck length and doing lots of in hand work that we didn’t quite understand and couldn’t explain.
Gary and I didn’t preach. We just practised congruence. I remember actively trying not to talk too much about barefoot, or classical riding or natural husbandry. After all, nobody likes the yard know-it-all and having been well educated about toxic livery yards, I had learned to keep my head down and my mouth shut. But if anyone asked a question they got an honest and full answer. And our horses went from strength to strength. Cal’s knee healed completely, we got back out competing and he has turned into a cross country machine. Paddy turned out to be the perfect schoolmaster for Gary and for me- he was very clear that we had discovered Patrice just in time and that he would never tolerate bar or tongue pressure from the downward acting bit ever again. And having felt him finally give me his back after 10 years of resistance I was never going to apply bar or tongue pressure deliberately again.
I still have no idea how it happened but within two years nearly all the horses on the yard were barefoot and yard owner and most of the liveries were having classical riding lessons with Patrice. The American dream didn’t last long, for various reasons including the breakdown of the sham marriage and emigration of their main client. The rest of us were left there, in the vast arena, peacefully pottering along on a journey of discovery.
Once you start listening to your horses they are very clear communicators. And doing right by them becomes very simple, although not necessarily easy. Once it is clear in your head that whatever response you receive from the horse is always the truth, congruence again, and that horses try their best, there is no such thing as naughtiness or resistance. There is only “I hurt”, “I don’t understand”, or “I understand but I can’t do that yet”. A footsore barefoot horse isn’t 100% well; simples. It might have too much grass, a high sugar diet, not enough work, insulin resistance, ulcers, Cushing’s, or an abscess brewing. If there are persistent abscess problems look to your land and your forage. If your horse is resistant, look to your saddle fit but mostly to your training because the work is causing them discomfort. If they don’t want to come in, it’s because they hate being in the dark stable on their own. They need to see each other to communicate and feel safe. They need to touch and groom and play. They need to lie down to sleep, just for an hour, and they need a look out whilst they do so.
And there is no greater compliment than two horses standing to attention at their doors, poised and perfectly balanced, when you walk onto the yard ,as if to say “pick me today, pick me today, I want to work today. “ Particularly when both those horses have been resistant, “work shy”, injured or problem horses for various reasons.
Horses don’t lie. Their bodies don’t lie, their muscle development doesn’t lie. Whatever the others thought of our oddball ideas, our horses gleamed with health and grew stronger and more beautiful, and eventually imitation became the sincerest form of flattery. Congruence.
“Outstanding success with any type of relationship in life or in any enterprise, depends upon authentic intelligence. Remarkable, high functioning individuals or groups are exceptionally coherent and show congruence in their actions and behaviours.”
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Processing….
Fabulous weekend was had by all at the Patrice Edwards clinic- I am still processing the feelings and information from my lessons and the very useful lecture.
Key sound bite for me was to slow the shoulders and ask the hind leg to quicken.
Key feelage was elbow to hind leg, fist forward to bit, elbow to hind fist to bit, in a rhythm, one being an upper arm function the other being a lower arm function.
Great to watch the horses processing too- a key element of the work is to set the horse up for success so that the next level of work is the next logical offer from the exercise. Sally’s Archie is now fully better and learning Piaffe- how exciting.
More to follow…
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Life lessons- Each horse has a new lesson
And the life lessons from the grey horse are becoming clear- Cal’s life lessons for me are that I must learn to enjoy the journey and not focus on the pursuit of the goal.
This February is The Full Snow Moon – “It is a time to release that which no longer serves you, what you no longer need in your life or an aspect of yourself that you have outgrown. What are you ready to release?”
He was to be my project horse, my doer upper. I had done my first few seasons of eventing on Paddy, but he was getting on a bit and getting a bit stiff and unreliable. My riding had improved no end and I felt ready to progress further up the levels, albeit on a shiny new horse. I took advice from my trainers and friends and we came up with a plan. I was to start with a low mileage horse, a nice sort suitable for riding club amateurs, bring him on and then sell it for a profit and the profit would buy the next horse which would be the really posh one.
So my brief was to buy a nice Irish bay gelding, that would be an easy resell once it had done reasonably well at a few affiliated local events. So I went to a recommended dealer and listened to all that wise counsel and got my friend the vet to ride it as well as vet it and I finally came home with….. a pink pony!!!
Well, steel grey that definitely looked pink in some lights, but with the most amazing silver tail.
Can you hear all those people in your heads who say I would never buy a grey??? I was one of those….why on earth would you buy one as a doer upper??
He was pretty green, he could barely canter, couldn’t trot a circle, was really weak behind the saddle and had to inspect his fences carefully at a halt before cat leaping them.
We worked on that and by the end of the first summer he had done a BE 80 and was doing really well at Riding Club dressage. The cunning plan was going beautifully.
Disaster struck that first winter. One day he came in from the field lame. Vet came, started with feet, dug out a bit of gravel, diagnosed white line disease, shoes off, bit of rest, shoes back on. He was a bit better, slow work, then lame again on one circle on a surface. So the vet came again, found heat in his knee, took mobile Xrays and found a bone chip in his carpal joint. A trip to Leahurst ensued and the MRI showed a comminuted fracture of his second carpal bone, as well as ligament damage to the joint.
Much discussion and agonising later and we opted for 8 weeks box rest in a splint. We discussed all options including PTS but he was insured for loss of use at that time and Ellen Singer thought the splint was worth a go.
I jumped him again at 11 months post injury. If the ligaments in the knee were not going to stand up to work we needed to know for the loss of use claim. I was determined I couldn’t have a horse that wouldn’t jump. There is a whole other story in the rehab, bit of barefoot, bit of Natural Balance shoeing, poor initial shoeing, flat feet and long toes obviously being contributing factors to the original injury and a lot of soul searching about belief systems, horses’ purpose, life lessons learned from horses etc etc.
The leg stood up to work. My doer upper would probably pass a five stage vetting now but essentially I have a greying horse who broke a carpal bone and sprained his knee, is barefoot to minimise concussion and delay arthritis but is also grass sensitive.
Be careful what you wish for.
He is really bomb proof, carries a side saddle beautifully, would jump the moon now and might even make the time Novice eventing with enough fast work: his price tag should be £15K if I could ever sell him.
During his rehab we were doing really well at Riding Club dressage but he was getting more and more grumpy and turning his back on me when I brought the saddle to the stable door. I was stuck at a stage in his schooling that I couldn’t get past and I couldn’t find anyone that would help me go back to basics. I knew my position could be better but nobody would or could unpick it, despite me asking for very specific help. Then Sarah Barefoot nagged me to have a lesson with Patrice Edwards of Equestrian Journey, and I finally found the instructor I had been looking for.
http://www.equestrianjourney.com
The long version of that life lesson is another day’s story. I am sure, had I not changed my schooling methods, that Cal would have joined the recent epidemic of leisure horses requiring Kissing Spine intervention.
Cal offers Piaffe occasionally now. He cannot quite believe that he can move to the right in right flexion through his ribcage-once he twigs that this is possible we will have a full set of lateral movements, a basic piaffe and possibly the airs that he has learned whilst finding alternatives and processing!!
He also jumps for fun, skinnies and big things, in a neat, workmanlike manner from a good canter.
I have done this- with help, but I have trained this horse, rehabbed him from a serious injury to be the amazing all round poppet he is. I am allowed a tiny bt of credit for that. I’ll take more when he has rock crunching hooves as well 😉
But I can’t sell him now- he’s both worthless and totally priceless.
Cal has also rehabbed me- he has changed me from a rider into an equestrian, and many more horses will teach me many more valuable life lessons as a result of that change in mindset. That is the most precious gift the grey horse could have given me- freedom from goals and a lifetime of further learning from the most noble of animals.
I am now the facilitator for monthly classical riding clinics with Patrice Edwards at the amazing facilities at Delamere Manor.
http://www.delameremanor.co.uk
Do come and join us if you would like to learn more- next one is this weekend 26-28th Feb.
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Arena XC
The season has started ? first XC school of the year, albeit on a surface and Cal was a total dude. He was neat and workmanlike and jumped everything including the skinny barrel first time. We also ended up jumping a bit bigger than I was planning too as it was first proper do.
Now we just need to get those feet toughened up and fitness sorted for a few weeks and we will be good to go.
First event we have planned is 90cm at Lands eventing on Easter weekend- it will be here before we know it.
Bring on the light nights ???
