Tracing Romany

I’ve decided (rather belatedly admittedly) to try and track down Romany (who many of you on here from PC will remember).  Basically when we all left the borders about 9 years ago she went on permanent loan to a family nearby.  I then heard that she went to a riding school in the area and I would really like to track her down and find out how she is.  I have a feeling it may be Whisgills Riding School that she went to but I can’t find an email address and the phone number doesn’t seem to work (which does not bode well).  If anyone knows how to get in touch with them please let me know. 

Just to jog anyone’s memory, she is a 13.2hh, skewbald with totally unknown breeding who will be 24 now.  She will say please with her near foreleg for a polo and tends (maybe this should be changed to ‘always’) to rear if she has to go somewhere alone.  Very safe out on the roads but known to spook at really scary things like leaves (but fine with massive lorries and tractors… obviously ).  Hates men with a fiery passion particularly vets! Very very sound, the only time we ever had the vet out to her except for her jabs was when she decided to knee a wall (the day before I was due to take her to the PC games… of course!!). I’ve attached a few photos of her and if you recognize her or know anyone who does I would love to hear from them.

I k now I should have done this ages ago and feel rather ashamed at only getting round to it now.  Anyway, fingers crossed that someone knows where she is and lets us know how the little madam is doing now.

Horses… love em or cry!

As Tazz had the physio yesterday we had a quiet day yesterday.  I was hoping to get out on the roads for a stroll but there are currently big metal plates down on the yard to let the big lorries in (they are doing something with the water) which is like an ice-rink for horses so going out is a no-go.  So thought we’d do some groundwork/join-up instead.  First to muck out the bed, easiest thing to do is to pop Tazz in the small sand arena while I do this, but stupidly I took his rug off before putting him out – what was the first thing he did?  ROLLED!!!  In the wettest patch of sand he could find.  Here is the proof of the pudding (terrible picture but that big puddle to the left of him… that’s what he decided to roll in)!!

So did join-up with him which he responds to fantastically and was glued to me by the end of the session.  The beginning of the session was interesting though.  True to how he is to ride he much prefers going round on the left rein rather than the right.  The first time I asked him to switch direction he leapt straight up in the air twisted and bronced… which had me in hysterics

We also did some carrot stretches (both sides and between his front legs) which he’s also great at so clearly he doesn’t think he’s 17… he’s still 5 in his head!  And I also got bullied into scratching his shoulders for about 15 minutes while he stole my kinder bueno (which is very yummy but requires pulling faces while eating it).

So no riding but we had a great time.  Thursday it’s back in the school for the Tazz Monster!!  Lets just hope it doesn’t pour down or he’s not going to be very happy.