Snowfilly
Well-Known Member
A slightly maudlin post… a couple of weeks ago, I brought two complete sets of vintage hunting tack from a house clearance auction. I knew the seller who’d consigned them; we had a chat and he said they’d come from an elderly gentleman who lived alone and had no family.
Two beautiful sets of tack, a set of long boots still with mud on them, a saddle cloth with grey hairs on. A pair of spurs. A silver mounted whip. A faded green ribbon - did he have babies to hunt?
One must have been strong, there was a pelham with a drop noseband.
The other had a jointed snaffle and Cavesson; the plain leather reins had marks where his hands held them.
The boots are wonderfully broken in and rubbed with spur marks. A tear down the outside had been carefully stitched on one.
The saddles are old, old and the knee flaps worn down. Both quite narrow, probably for blood horses.
All obviously cherished, stored for a long, long time, and never ever parted with.
I hope you’ve found your horses and some hounds, whoever you were. I’ve cleaned all your tack and let the grey horse’s hairs go in the wind. Maybe he’ll find you.
Two beautiful sets of tack, a set of long boots still with mud on them, a saddle cloth with grey hairs on. A pair of spurs. A silver mounted whip. A faded green ribbon - did he have babies to hunt?
One must have been strong, there was a pelham with a drop noseband.
The other had a jointed snaffle and Cavesson; the plain leather reins had marks where his hands held them.
The boots are wonderfully broken in and rubbed with spur marks. A tear down the outside had been carefully stitched on one.
The saddles are old, old and the knee flaps worn down. Both quite narrow, probably for blood horses.
All obviously cherished, stored for a long, long time, and never ever parted with.
I hope you’ve found your horses and some hounds, whoever you were. I’ve cleaned all your tack and let the grey horse’s hairs go in the wind. Maybe he’ll find you.