Friday, 20 July 2007
As you can see all the photo's that I am adding are fairly recent. One reason is that I now have and can use a digital camera, the other is my son is now old enough, strong and experienced enough to ride Persa. I am now in the perfect position of being both a proud mum and proud trainer. I have seen my crazy ex-racer come on so that she would do quite well in a dressage competition, and my son from a beginner to the makings of a talented rider.
I have the feeling that things are going to start happening for both horse and rider and they will become great friends. I am keepng this log to remind myself not so much of how the horse has progressed since buying her and with me, but how Aris and Persa will do together.
So far Aris has been riding Persa for two weeks. He has a new coach, a fantastic man from Germany called Yorg and a great opportunity to learn. I believe that great things will come from this team work. I am really looking forward to watching both horse and rider grow.
I have the feeling that things are going to start happening for both horse and rider and they will become great friends. I am keepng this log to remind myself not so much of how the horse has progressed since buying her and with me, but how Aris and Persa will do together.
So far Aris has been riding Persa for two weeks. He has a new coach, a fantastic man from Germany called Yorg and a great opportunity to learn. I believe that great things will come from this team work. I am really looking forward to watching both horse and rider grow.
Thursday, 12 July 2007
horses in crete
I am enjoying blogging so much I thought that I'd share other things that I love too. As my profile says I am a horsewoman, which is not very easy or cheap in a country with no grass! I am the proud owner of Persa a 16.2hh t/b mare. I've owned her for almost four years and I have seen her grow and change so much. So much that now my 14 year old son is riding her and preparing for competitions in Athens.
It has been a long hard road to get Persa to trust us, with quite a few near misses in between. I remember the first time that I saw her. I was looking out for a suitable horse and there was stood in a crowded paddock full of all different kinds of horse, she was lame and dirty, with hardly any mane or tail. She looked so out of place in that paddock and lost. Anyway, I thought don't be ridiculous, she's lame a t/b and a chestnut this is not the horse for you. I was really tough, although I fussed her and felt for her I just thought that that is not a horse that you want to buy!
I couldn't forget though, and a couple of weeks later I went back. This time she was in a worse condition, she'd had a terrible t/b accident, she was being stabled in old pig stables which were like tiny stalls, there were over 30 horses on that yard which in the morning were all released from the shippons simply by this guy walking along and opening the wire across each stall enterance. Thirty horses then stampeded out of the building and then into a tiny paddock where I'd first seen her. Persa had apparently charged passed this strip of wire across her stall tearing the insid of her hind leg right to the bone. She was now stabled stiched and on antibiotics. (Thank goodness she'd been given treatment.) her tear had been stiched up, but it was infected. She recognised me and I thought I just can't leave you here again.
That was it then, although I couldn't ride her, and I had no idea how she went, I knew that I was taking on an un-trained ex-race horse I knew that she would probably be totally unsuitable and the biggest mistake of my life, but I just couldn't leave her.
It has been a long hard road to get Persa to trust us, with quite a few near misses in between. I remember the first time that I saw her. I was looking out for a suitable horse and there was stood in a crowded paddock full of all different kinds of horse, she was lame and dirty, with hardly any mane or tail. She looked so out of place in that paddock and lost. Anyway, I thought don't be ridiculous, she's lame a t/b and a chestnut this is not the horse for you. I was really tough, although I fussed her and felt for her I just thought that that is not a horse that you want to buy!
I couldn't forget though, and a couple of weeks later I went back. This time she was in a worse condition, she'd had a terrible t/b accident, she was being stabled in old pig stables which were like tiny stalls, there were over 30 horses on that yard which in the morning were all released from the shippons simply by this guy walking along and opening the wire across each stall enterance. Thirty horses then stampeded out of the building and then into a tiny paddock where I'd first seen her. Persa had apparently charged passed this strip of wire across her stall tearing the insid of her hind leg right to the bone. She was now stabled stiched and on antibiotics. (Thank goodness she'd been given treatment.) her tear had been stiched up, but it was infected. She recognised me and I thought I just can't leave you here again.
That was it then, although I couldn't ride her, and I had no idea how she went, I knew that I was taking on an un-trained ex-race horse I knew that she would probably be totally unsuitable and the biggest mistake of my life, but I just couldn't leave her.
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