How it began......
I’ve come late to the horseworld as neither of my daughters showed any interest in the beasts till the youngest was 13. Then we moved to a Cotswold village with a riding stables, J asked for lessons, and two years on we now find ourselves looking for a pony, though I don’t quite know how, why or when we agreed!
This diary is an account of our search and the year that follows us through our first steps into the horsy world: tentative plans so far are to school and ride the pony through the winter months and take it to local shows next year to get a feel of small-time competition.
Our wants are this:
Must be able to jump a bit
Must have lovely paces
Must have potential to improve, as part of the fun for J will be in bringing the pony on – a finished product is not what we’re after
Must be attractive – that’s terribly shallow and not at all in the right horsy spirit, but this pony will be a pet as much as anything and we need it to be pretty :) Anything heavy or cob-like is out. Oh and it must not be piebald, skewbald or have a wall eye.
This diary is an account of our search and the year that follows us through our first steps into the horsy world: tentative plans so far are to school and ride the pony through the winter months and take it to local shows next year to get a feel of small-time competition.
Our wants are this:
Must be able to jump a bit
Must have lovely paces
Must have potential to improve, as part of the fun for J will be in bringing the pony on – a finished product is not what we’re after
Must be attractive – that’s terribly shallow and not at all in the right horsy spirit, but this pony will be a pet as much as anything and we need it to be pretty :) Anything heavy or cob-like is out. Oh and it must not be piebald, skewbald or have a wall eye.
