Caol Ila
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This isn't as surrealistic as it sounds. Swiss cheese is also not my favourite cheese. However, people who give talks or who write about mountaineering/climbing safety like Swiss cheese. As a metaphor. The point is that most mountaineering accidents are not the result of just one thing going wrong (sometimes they are), but often, things go wrong as a result of a series of small f*ck ups and a bit of bad luck. Each minor f*ck up is a hole in the cheese. One hole in one slice of cheese might not matter very much. But if you have too many holes and they all line up, you end up having an epic, a Mountain Rescue Callout, or worse. You need to be cognizant of potential holes, then make decisions that don't create too many more.
https://www.walkhighlands.co.uk/news/the-swiss-cheese/, for Heather Morning's cheese analogy.
I was thinking about cheese today. Last night, I had a conversation with a couple people who know about the round-up of the Dallas ponies in Aberdeenshire and their subsequent history. They have been keeping tabs on the remaining horses ever since, and they filled in some gaps between Foinavon's life on the estate and him showing up Aberfoyle. One sounded like an excellent horse trainer, experienced with ferals (she's taken on some of these herself) and she had some good insights on how to work with some of his issues.
That's how I got to Swiss cheese. Foinavon has gone through all the holes. The first was being feral. No experience of humans as a youngster. The second was being rounded up by them. Not an ideal first experience of humans. The third was being broken in without an arena. Just hacking. So he did not learn how to work with the rider in the absence of a horse or human on foot. The trainer had a plan for this, but that brings us to our next hole -- she got hurt falling off something else and had to take lots of time off work. Then the owner let him chill out for over a year, at a time when it would have been super beneficial to continue his education. Another hole. When she did decide to continue it, almost a year and a half later, she sent him away to a trainer who did not seem to understand how ferals work, or how green he was, and he was pretty freaked out and uncooperative. Yup, a hole! I showed up about two weeks after he'd come back from the pro, then moved him to yet another yard. Obviously just one of those things, but that was probably a hole as well.
It's always a thing to be mindful of when working with youngsters. I'm going to pin a photo of Swiss cheese to Hermosa's headcollar. Not many of us are perfect, and we will probably have minor screw ups when bringing on a green horse, but I suppose a good trainer is mindful and self-reflective, and tries not to have too many. You can have a few slices of cheese and probably get away with it, but you don't want to pile up your cheese.
Just some musings after my chat last night, really.
https://www.walkhighlands.co.uk/news/the-swiss-cheese/, for Heather Morning's cheese analogy.
I was thinking about cheese today. Last night, I had a conversation with a couple people who know about the round-up of the Dallas ponies in Aberdeenshire and their subsequent history. They have been keeping tabs on the remaining horses ever since, and they filled in some gaps between Foinavon's life on the estate and him showing up Aberfoyle. One sounded like an excellent horse trainer, experienced with ferals (she's taken on some of these herself) and she had some good insights on how to work with some of his issues.
That's how I got to Swiss cheese. Foinavon has gone through all the holes. The first was being feral. No experience of humans as a youngster. The second was being rounded up by them. Not an ideal first experience of humans. The third was being broken in without an arena. Just hacking. So he did not learn how to work with the rider in the absence of a horse or human on foot. The trainer had a plan for this, but that brings us to our next hole -- she got hurt falling off something else and had to take lots of time off work. Then the owner let him chill out for over a year, at a time when it would have been super beneficial to continue his education. Another hole. When she did decide to continue it, almost a year and a half later, she sent him away to a trainer who did not seem to understand how ferals work, or how green he was, and he was pretty freaked out and uncooperative. Yup, a hole! I showed up about two weeks after he'd come back from the pro, then moved him to yet another yard. Obviously just one of those things, but that was probably a hole as well.
It's always a thing to be mindful of when working with youngsters. I'm going to pin a photo of Swiss cheese to Hermosa's headcollar. Not many of us are perfect, and we will probably have minor screw ups when bringing on a green horse, but I suppose a good trainer is mindful and self-reflective, and tries not to have too many. You can have a few slices of cheese and probably get away with it, but you don't want to pile up your cheese.
Just some musings after my chat last night, really.