MizzPurpleKitten
Well-Known Member
Yep, very vividly, and I still have him to this day, 15 years later!
I started riding at a very young age, and my Dad always said "when you're 12 you can have your own if you stick at it", that's because for insurance reasons, 12 was the youngest age you were allowed to Livery a horse on the yard without constant parental supervision.
I nagged and nagged daily, I rode 3 times a week (yes I was a very lucky child in some ways) and I helped out at the stables 2 evenings a week, every weekend and every school holiday. My Dad finally let me loan a pony when I was 10, but as I said above, a few failed loans and I was heartbroken as it felt like I'd never find a horse and I knew I had to wait 2 years to have my own.
We started looking as my Dad finally agreed we could keep my horse at another yard if we found a suitable place, we found loads, we went to view loads, eventually we went to view a lovely grey Arab Gelding in the back of beyond, who was totally not suitable but, because his yard was miles away my Dad asked if there was anything local that might be suitable....In the stable next door was a gorgeous little Black Welsh D, nothing like what I wanted (I wanted something fine and girly and pretty, not a chunky hairy thing lol), I tried him out, he pulled my arms out of their sockets leaning on the bit and I fell in love.
We bought him, He was delivered on the 2nd September and I've never looked back. It was very hard work for the first 2 years (he was a very green 4yr old, I was an 11yr old girl!) but well worth it, he's the most 100% horse I've ever met in my life and I'd NEVER part with him.
I started riding at a very young age, and my Dad always said "when you're 12 you can have your own if you stick at it", that's because for insurance reasons, 12 was the youngest age you were allowed to Livery a horse on the yard without constant parental supervision.
I nagged and nagged daily, I rode 3 times a week (yes I was a very lucky child in some ways) and I helped out at the stables 2 evenings a week, every weekend and every school holiday. My Dad finally let me loan a pony when I was 10, but as I said above, a few failed loans and I was heartbroken as it felt like I'd never find a horse and I knew I had to wait 2 years to have my own.
We started looking as my Dad finally agreed we could keep my horse at another yard if we found a suitable place, we found loads, we went to view loads, eventually we went to view a lovely grey Arab Gelding in the back of beyond, who was totally not suitable but, because his yard was miles away my Dad asked if there was anything local that might be suitable....In the stable next door was a gorgeous little Black Welsh D, nothing like what I wanted (I wanted something fine and girly and pretty, not a chunky hairy thing lol), I tried him out, he pulled my arms out of their sockets leaning on the bit and I fell in love.
We bought him, He was delivered on the 2nd September and I've never looked back. It was very hard work for the first 2 years (he was a very green 4yr old, I was an 11yr old girl!) but well worth it, he's the most 100% horse I've ever met in my life and I'd NEVER part with him.