Our Pony Girl…
I always adored horses as a child… I was pretty much your average horse-obsessed little girl.
Of course, I was lucky enough to actually be able to HAVE my own horse from an early age – one which I was expected to care for and to help out with the mustering on. It involved many early mornings, plenty of busters, chafed calves and thighs and wind-burned cheeks in winter months. For a horse-mad kid, it was a pretty good deal.
My memories of Minnie the dapple grey mare who liked to steal weet-bix from my hand, Twinkle the bay mare who loved to roll when you least expected it, gentle Eve who I got to break in when I was just twelve, are a very special (and large) part of my childhood recollections.
My father adores horses – and both his parents were notoriously horse-mad and outstanding riders. I think Violet might be cut from the same cloth as her grandpa and great-grandparents.
A couple of days ago, after school (when I though she was feeding her ducks) our daughter was actually catching and saddling her horse BY HERSELF. Apparently Callum discovered her activities before she climbed aboard, and tightened her girth properly (thank goodness) before my husband called me outside to watch this*…
IS THIS THE RIGHT LEAD, DADDY?
(Yes Violet, that’s right).
AM I GALLOPING YET, DADDY?
(Close enough – no need to go ANY quicker than that!)
(Check out the JOY on that face!)
The girl ADORES riding. Would do it seven days a week if she could.
There is a campdraft next weekend which she is desperate to compete in. I am thankful that Sandy, while an outstanding riding and mustering horse for her, is not madly ‘cowy’ (i.e. wants to chase a cow HARD). He will go where she asks him to, and not take over. Not that my heart won’t be completely in my mouth the entire time she is competing. It’s a Mama thing.
What is it about horses that makes us love them so?
The unique horse aroma? The gorgeous proportions? The individual personalities? The ability to feel like you are flying when you ride? All those things.
I also love their eyes …
This is Sandy’s eye – amber and flecked and multi-layered and kind and heavily fringed with ginger lashes…
Especially when he takes care of our Violet so beautifully.
*I know those riding boots are wrong – we have had a big talk about wearing the right boots (that can come off if the rider gets their foot stuck in the stirrup). And that whip – purely decorative. I don’t think she used it once!