The Old and The New

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The question on feeding has made me post about 'modern' riding, teaching and care of our horses and ponies.

When I was learning to ride hardly any children had their own ponies. The only ones who did were either farmers children or 'rich' people who then kept the pony at the local riding school.

Teaching was done by either ex army or ex army trained instructors. The rides were regimented, tough but fun. We were taught to do a good sitting trot before allowed to trot rise. During the course of a hack (of which there were more than in the school) we were still under instruction and taught parts of the horse, tack, different birds, trees and plants. Shown where a fox had killed, badger sets and anything else to do with nature.
We were made to ride up and down steep hills at all paces with and without stirrups. Sent up jumping lanes putting on or taking off our jackets, with and without stirrups. Mad to go first and last or to canter under control in a line along an open field or on the beach. A lot of the ponies went pony racing so that certainly taught you how to hold a puller. We rode a lot bareback with only rope halters for control.

If you were not a competitive rider or slightly nervous then you were put on a ride that was quieter and suited to your needs.

We were encouraged to join the Pony Club, hunt and to go to shows. We worked all day at the stables and learned about care of the horse.

The horses and ponies lived out all the year. They had a belly clip in winter and no rugs. They worked six days a week - never more than four hours a day during the summer with tourists. There were ponies well into their twenties in work. The only cases of laminitis were those that came in to be 'cured' as did many 'naughty' ponies and horses. All were fed two hard feeds a day if they cam in for work. They were fed straights and chaff (hay which we kids had to cut with the chaff cutter) according to what work they had done and their temperament and condition.

Then more and more parents bought their children ponies and instead of keeping them at the stables they kept them in a field near their home. It gradually became prevalent that, after a year of riding at a riding school, a child got a pony and kept it outside where they received little tuition and what tuition they did get was from people who had done the same.
The old methods of feeding, teaching and general welfare has gone by the board.

I rarely ever teach but when I do it is usually at a PC rally or at a riding school when I go 'home' teaching both the children and grandchildren of ex pupils. The poor kids are initially terrified by the exaggerated stories they have been told about me but they come away happy and having worked very hard and having learned a lot.

Watching lessons being taken I am bored silly watching and listening to the drippy voices and the continuous 'OK then', little constructive criticism, no teaching the use of the seat and ponies that are as bored as the children.
I do understand the rules about health and safety but forcing the novice into a correct position rather than letting them find their own balance and comfort zone first.

Reading many of the questions on here confirms that many people have horses with the best intentions but have limited knowledge/experience in how to handle certain situations, not necessarily serious one either.
People sit correctly but are ineffective because they have a weak seat. Theoretically they know but practise is another thing.

Obviously this is a generalisation and does not apply to all, only a heck of a lot!

I would be interested to know what comment you have on this?
 
Gosh! What a recollection!

I'm afraid I can remember learning to ride like that! Taught by a retired captain - if you wanted to ride a bigger horse/pony - you could provided you could mount from the ground! And - keep you knees close to the saddle imagining that you had a 10 shilling note between you knees and the saddle! None of this relax you knees like we're told nowadays!

And yes - I can recall those horses that were rugged with all those awful canvas rugs that weighed a ton!

Oh dear - I'm showing my age again!!
 
I'm in my early twenties and one of my instructors took our stirrups away and put a 20 Dirham note between our leg and the horses side. I must have been about 17 so this was about six years ago.
needless to say, the note went for a walk :p
 
I learned to ride at a riding school that only did hacking. You were on the lead rein until you could do rising trot, then let off to get on with it. You cantered on little tracks with the ponies in a line. At the age of 12, I was able to get my parents to write a letter to say that I could go out on my own, and hack out with a friend. That riding school closed down, and they offered us the sale of my favourite pony. We bought him, brought him home to our land, and then the fireworks started! That pony dragged me all over the place, and scared the life out of me. One day he ran off with me, and only stopped when he ran into the PC DC on her horse! She marched me home and signed me up for the PC, where I relished everything that I was taught. Over the next few years, the pony from hell turned into a lovely PC pony, that I learned so much from. I learned as much as I could at every opportunity, and went onto work with horses on leaving school. I did a YTS in a local riding school, where all full liveries were ridden out daily, so I rode a large assortment of horses. I did my Stage 1&2. I learned to teach in a riding school that had no accident book, and you just threw the kids back up when they fell off. Parents supported you, understanding that kids may hurt themselves, and we all had fun. I then went to a college to do my AI. The college affiliated itself to the local agricultural college and was the first Ag College to provide an equestrian course and facilities. Lots of the students had never really ridden much more than their own ponies, and couldn't cope with the sharp horses, so myself and another girl who had already worked with horses were the crash test dummies for difficult horses! Nowadays the college is a university, and hardly offers the AI, instead churning out degree students that would hardly pass their stage 1, let alone 2.

Its sad the way the world has gone. People want to buy results nowadays - so expect to pay for a good pony that will take their child round rather than one they have to learn to ride. Riding schools are suffering from being sued. Parents don't realise that they are ruining the world for their children. I would love to turn back the clock in a lot of ways.
 
I remember learning to ride aged 6 - we had been given a pony by family friends (my parents had ridden for years, but owing to my Dad being sent abroad for work I hadn't), but before she could come home I had riding lessons with the lady who taught my parents to ride (and who still is my instructor). I had to be able to do proper sitting trot with or without stirrups, and to open and shut the gates on the bridleways by my aged 6 self, and to do rising trot without stirrups, and to be able to change my stirrup length without getting off, getting help and without taking my foot out of the stirrup.

When I could achieve this, I was allowed off the lead rein, having developed an independent seat I was allowed to take a contact on the ponies mouth. China Tea then came home. She was a little section A, and was a total pro on the lead rein, and a total monster off it! She could drop a shoulder and ditch a kid so quickly. She never went anywhere, but looked incredibly smug about it!

Not long after we were given a section C who really taught me to ride. The better you got, the tougher on you he would be. As you got cocky, he got naughty. I owe what stickability I have to him! I did every PC activity going, and hunted on him, enjoying every second of it! I remember one day, PC meet I guess, where I suddenly found myself up beside the field master having been the only person other than him to have jumped a set of rails. Those rails are still there, and they measure a good 3'8" on the take off side. Not bad for a 13h pony!

PC did the world of good for me - I not only learnt to ride, but I learnt to care and be responsible for my horse, I learnt how to run a yard, how to get a horse fit, how to identify all sorts of illnesses and injuries, how to feed a horse using straights or mixes/cubes, how to choose the right bit for a horse, how to (basically) fit a saddle etc etc etc....

OH often comments on how much he feels he's missed out by coming to horses at a later age and missing out on PC. (as well as the years of experience, that mean that my sister and I "just know" something)

I was about 14 before I realised you didn't have to have been in the army (or just have a very very loud voice) to be an instructor. Though if i'd thought about it properly I'd have realised as my instructor is not ex-army.

I also remember those horrible green canvas turnout rugs, and the itchy smelly beige jute stable rugs.

I was 25 before I bought an "under rug"!!
 
My 30yr old daughter still uses an old New Zealand rug, it has one leather chest strap and leg straps, never moves in the strongest of winds, keeps her mare toasty and still looks new but does weigh a ton.
I also remember the good old days, I feel for the ponies of some young riders nowadays
 
I also remember the good old days, I feel for the ponies of some young riders nowadays

So do I - I can hardly believe some of the things that some people on here don't know - but I also feel for the young riders.
I'm sure that many parents just do not appreciate how much physically hard work is involved in keeping horses. Neither do they realise that horses are not just furry bikes, they have minds of their own. Many teenagers seem to be left on their own to just get on with it.
I was 19 and sis was 15 when our parents bought us our 1st horse - after more than 7 years at an excellent RS. Dad was always involved in the day-to-day care because HE felt responsible for the welfare of both the horse and us.
 
Foxhunter - what a great post :)

I'm only twenty three, but I can remember playing cowboys and indians bareback with my friends. I can remember tying our ponies to a string line in a barn whilst we went off bale climbing and playing in the grainstore (dangerous I know - but fun!!) I can remember flying down a jumping lane at Mini Camp each year, with arms out like an aeroplane, no stirrups, facing backwards, you name it. I can remember falling off nineteen times in one day and being plonked back on without any mention of an accident book. And also...instructors who tied your hands together if they moved around too much, and who put a whip through your elbows to make you sit up straight. And jute rugs! We had a yard full of them!

It's hard to stay completely traditional when you're on a massive livery yard with just one horse, but feedwise, I avoid commercial mixes. I feed alfalfa and oats, with sugarbeet and linseed in the winter if she needs it. And, shockingly, I still feed bran ;)
 
Oh - I almost forgot!! Headcollars - what idiot ever thought it was a good idea to invent a nylon headcollar? And I have to struggle today to try and find a good quality leather one with 'proper' fittings - the majority seem to have those horrible clips on the side. Give me a good old racing headcollar any day!
 
Yes, I remember those days.

We weren't allowed to prepare or mix the feeds - that was done by the Head Girl - we could only stand by and watch and learn, then take the feeds to the horses.

Working all day at the stables, then riding what we could, but we always had a lesson as well. Jumping lanes - great fun :D. No reins, no saddles, etc., even more fun when jumping a course without reins or a saddle - cue numerous ponies disappearing off across the horizon.

When we rode at the equestrian centre, we had to wear shirts and ties and boots and a blue v-necked jumper, as well as hairnets and gloves. I couldn't afford proper boots to work in as I spent all my wages on my 'proper' gear.

Rugs and clips and straps on rugs and fleeces and travel boots, et al. Didn't exist.

Gawd, I'm old.
 
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I have just started having proper? riding lessons age 46!

Reason just retired the old boy after 13 years hacking and whilst am looking decided to go to learn properly?

I learnt to ride by helping out at a little yard for free just to be near horses. I was about 12.

This involved spending hours running along side of the pony and rider along pavements gettting the customer to go "up down" on a lead rein(they then got me doing this on the horse). Sometimes free sometimes my mum paid. I progressed to canter by being led off another horse and I remember having stitch and being terrified and being told to just sit. Eventually I got the hang of it.
I then on a saturday morning went to the field in a big lorry with other teenagers and we rode along main roads back to the yard leading another horse without hats too!!urgh!! We prepared the horses for the customers in stalls. When these finished we rode the horses back to a local field nearby for the night. Sunday Morning we did the same fetched them down.
Often we would ride them round the field on headcollars, sit on them whilst they were lying down and get them to stand up(if we got to them fast this was a treat to sit on them until they stood up). Menages did not exist.
Probably at the age of 13/14 I was teaching others to ride. I had my own grooming kit too. We were paid with a bread and butter roll each day. I learnt to jump ditches and logs taking the horses back through a woods to their fields. Along main roads(about 8 miles)!
We use to go to local gymkhanas. The horses were not rugged some were clipped. The yard had a donkey unbroken and we decided to back it(um), I remember holding its head trying to stop it putting it down and bucking and we used an old hessian sack as a saddle(painful bony back). Best alarm system donkey. Remember whitewashing the stable walls and the vet coming to geld a youngster and I still remember watching and it being left in the corner!! I also remember smoking with the others and thinking we were cool. The head lady could do a roll up one handed neatly on her horse.
I remember those awful beige jodphurs which I didnt have and only posh children had riding lessons and ponies. You had to be really rich to have a horse. It was a very stuck up sport. Absolutely loved horses and would have brushed anyones horse for free just to be in their company. I remember horses being in stables at other posh establishments and the horses only came out to be ridden and went back in their stables.

I am a bit of a scardy cat rider now but looking back fear just didnt know it!
Although I am now having lessons I still think hacking is where you learn to deal with all sorts of situations. I do find the school very sterile/circles and my son was very lucky?? to have PROPER riding lessons?? we did find an old fashioned place to take him hacking but due to health and safety /litigation not possible at most establishments. To be truthful I am not sure what I am actually learning as I seem to be doing it ok contrary to what I might think ie no expert.

Well thats my story..........I dont remember worming horses either or teeth etc just the farrier coming.
The stable yard is now covered in flats!! whenever I drive past it makes me feel very sad!
 
Great post Foxhunter, I remember so much of what you said.
It is slightly sad the way the world works now, so much fun has been shot out of the window.
 
Those were the good old days. I learnt to ride at RS by ex army man. Some of the ponies were kept a mile or so away across a dual carriageway. Us kids used to go get them and ride them back on headcollars bareback. I also recollect riding by myself on a hack when I must have been 12 or 13 along the verge of the same dual carriageway. Sometimes I think to myself did I just imagine or dream it. The RS is still there but the horses never come out of the school now. This was in the early 60 s so not too much traffic about then.
 
I remember going down to the field in the back of the RS owners land rover with the other girls armed with three bridles each, jumping out catching said horses and riding bareback back to the RS leading a pony on each side. Can't imagine anyone doing that now. Used to love my weekends up there, some of the happiest memories were there! X
 
Those of you that say 'headcollars' these were only used for shows. We had halters made from sisal bailer twine six strands for a halter and six for the rope.
The old owner would tell us that a piece of baler twine was worth 19 shillings and 11 pence, the cost of a leather headcollar and if the string was not cut at the knots she would have to buy a headcollar.

It was nothing for us to ride in or out from the fields riding on and leading four. Once when I was about 12 no one turned up to help me bring them in so I found some baler twine where we stacked the hay in the winter and extended some of the lead ropes. I managed to get the stoppers (some of the ponies would stop dead and you would drop them so they would go off and eat from the verges.) The pullers were behind. I managed to get all the way to the field and track leading to the stables, the cows were out so mounted I opened and closed the gate. In doing so the pullers got to the front and the stoppers behind. I was ridden off onto the grass and the pony I was riding started to canter. It went 9,5,7,6,5,4,3,2 as they either stopped or I threw a rope over their necks!
A kiddie coming for a ride was opening the gate into the stables and saw a herd of horses galloping towards her with me screaming at her to open the gate. She threw the gate open and all went through but as I went through so the gate was closing and I hit the gate post with one leg and the gate with the other ending up flat on my duffle bag containing my lunch!
As has been said you couldn't get away with that nowadays because of the traffic volume and speed.
 
I'm only 22 as well, but I learnt to ride with £5 notes between my knees and the saddle flaps, with a whip through my elbows, and just a bit and reins- no bridle. If my contact was good enough, I shouldn't lose the bit.....in theory. Likewise I had hours of lunging bareback with no reins, and I had hours of reciting feeding rules, and learning how to layer jute and wool blankets...

Although there are things I loved about the old ways, and think progress for progress sake should be discouraged, some things have definitely moved on for the better. We will all think that when we were young 'prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders' but, ;) some things change, and thank god.

I rode and lead four or five, down roads- not sensible, and glad that has largely fallen by the wayside. Those soaked canvas rugs weighed a ton, did eventually get damp and the felt took ages to dry, and rubbed withers like nobody's business. Those fly fringes threatened to garrotte at least one pony a summer, and cantering on road verges really isn't a good plan now that there's Smirnoff bottles, Tetley's cans and burnt out Novas in them!!

However, bring back riding ponies all day in summer, splashing through the yard stream in jods rolled up, making linseed jelly and proper leather headcollars. Ban travelling boots, roll on the bandages and fibregee, and someone please resurrect stockholm tar, and the practise of melting milk into glycerine saddle soap.
 
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Fab post.

I was of the 'farmer's daughter' ilk. First pony at two and second at 4 (also a four year old, 2 weeks after being backed - the H&S brigade would have a fit these days!). Pony club from about five years old with an ex army major who built jumping lanes and had a propensity for full rallies without stirrups - and using the jumping lane without reins and often without the saddle.

My dad was a natural horseman in the true sense of the word and along with pony club I learnt so much from him. I'd come home from school often to find a new pony in the paddock who my dad reckoned had 'potential' and he'd immediately chuck me on board. Riding different - and often difficult - ponies and horses was the making of me. I had a regular lessons with an 'old school' instructor when I was about 9/10 and used to think that she was evil and they were boring - she'd put me on the lunge and immediately take the stirrups off and then we'd trot and canter for at least 30 minutes. Hard work but it didn't half 'find' my seat! I have always been renowned for my stickability but this really came from what I guess some would call a 'rough and ready' way of learning. I've had my fair share of lessons but would be the first to admit I'm effective if not the most classically correct rider.

On the other hand my 9 year old neice has been having lessons at a very well respected riding school for the past 5 years. She sits very nicely but her lessons have mainly consisted of riding in a procession around the school so i really don't feel she's ever had the opportunity to really develop. They've only just started her jumping in the past couple of months. If she comes over (they live over 100 miles away) then I pop her on my 16.2 TB on the lunge and she's been learning to sit to his big bouncy canter and the difference from when she first gets on to when she's been listening and trying for 15 minutes is immense. Apparently her riding school don't advocate riding on the lunge or without stirrups.

I understand the need for improved H&S in these days of litigation but surely all this will turn out is a load of riders who simply look pretty?
 
It's tempting go all gushy over the way things were,but it is not all bad now.
Lot's of things have come on in leaps and bounds- rugs are much better and no longer weigh as much as the horse :p feeds are better(I truely belive feed related issues stem from the owners choice of feeds and suplements not the existance of commercial feeds) and we are able to diagnose lameness much sooner and fix things that woudl previously have needed a bullet.

I wish we had the same attitude we did in the 80's- one that accepted we would get hurt from time to time and just got on with it and I dearly long for the return of the Great British riding school as something to be proud of.
Time and time again I read post on here moaning about RS horses,insisting that you won't learn to ride untill you are on privately owned horses. When you search their posting history it is quite clear that they can't ride that well at all ;)

My current RS horse is a star and the staff are well trained,understanding people that have a passion for teaching as well as furthering their own learning.
All our PC kids are well prepared for horse ownership or work with horses in any sphere,but the yard is one of a shrinking number of it's kind :(
 
I love watching the kids faces when falling off is brought up (I'm 23 btw) & I say despite breaking my Section D in & riding numerous others in that time - I've come off 4 times in 7 years. Twice landed on my feet twice head first over a jump.

I have a sticky bum because in my mind was taught properly & I've got good balance. Cantering around no reins, no stirrups with arms out to the side over jumps - pony being kept out by instructor flicking a lead rope, then saddle taken away. You fell off, you got back on. You learnt to balance, you didn't need to get back on ;)
 
I'm 15, and god i would of killed for a life like this! I've rode bareback many times, but not properly! I'm jealous of all this! I've been riding for four years, and i learnt to rise before i could sit, we werent allowed to practice no stirrups until we were in the 2nd from top group. I was taught to relax my leg, the only rugs i know are posh heavyweights, and fleeces with necks, and thermal rugs to keep your horse snug. I would never dream of riding a new horse unless its saddle had been fitted, horses that are clipped stay in at night with an extra rug. So many things you want to do are branded dangerous, riding bareback on a hack, riding through a field with other horses in, hacking out on your own, the list is endless!
You don't know how lucky you are, you've grown up, which in my opinion is inthe best horsey childhood!
 
Ahhhhh stockholm tar! Horrid to use but loved the smell! :D I actually still have a tin of it, I found it the other day.
Loving these memories. I often ponder how very very different things are in the equestrian world now. How common place it is for people to have horses when actually they dont have a clue about all the things we were taught as kids as fundamental basic knowledge requirements before being allowed to step near a horse.
I too used to ride and lead with a gang of kids 15mins down a main A road morning and evening, bareback, in halters only, leading at least 3 or 4 each. Total madness, you wouldnt see that now!
Making haynets and halters out of twine. Hours gassing away in the haybarn doing that. I actually recollected doing that today as I filled my nets in the haybarn looking out at the pouring rain, was just the sort of day we would have sat crafting!
Its all so different nowadays. I am thankful for things like much better rugs and travel boots instead of bandaging, but on the whole I think its quite sad and I am quite old fashioned in my ways of doing a lot of stuff still as well.
 
When we rode at the equestrian centre, we had to wear shirts and ties and boots and a blue v-necked jumper, as well as hairnets and gloves. I couldn't afford proper boots to work in as I spent all my wages on my 'proper' gear.
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Gawd, I'm old.

you're not old MrsM - even I remember these things! And I'm only 29.

How on earth could I forget having to turn up to PC rallies (even non mounted ones) in shirt, PC tie, cream jods, short boots (with jod clips to match) and a hacking jacket and gloves! :eek:

Likewise I had hours of lunging bareback with no reins, and I had hours of reciting feeding rules, and learning how to layer jute and wool blankets...
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Those soaked canvas rugs weighed a ton, did eventually get damp and the felt took ages to dry, and rubbed withers like nobody's business. Those fly fringes threatened to garrotte at least one pony a summer, and cantering on road verges really isn't a good plan now that there's Smirnoff bottles, Tetley's cans and burnt out Novas in them!!

However, bring back riding ponies all day in summer, splashing through the yard stream in jods rolled up, making linseed jelly and proper leather headcollars. Ban travelling boots, roll on the bandages and fibregee, and someone please resurrect stockholm tar, and the practise of melting milk into glycerine saddle soap.

ditto this ^^^

Apparently her riding school don't advocate riding on the lunge or without stirrups.

please tell me you're kidding! How can you learn to ride without doing work without stirrups?!

I remember one year at camp the ex-army instructor we had decided that grid work was the order of the afternoon (we'd spent all morning cleaning tack to his standards whilst reciting feeding rules, school etiquette,conformation faults etc). He whacked up a line of about 8 fences, starting at a small cross, and ending in a mahoosive triple bar. We started off going down the line with all tack on, if we had a pole down we had to keep going until we cleared it. As we cleared the line we had to remove an item of tack, starting with stirrups, ending with the bridle. We were not allowed to dismount to remove the tack. I had a welsh cob with a huge trot and an inability to jump from canter at the time! I got through to the point of taking the saddle off, without dismounting, and he panicked, shot sideways, depositing me and saddle on the ground. I was then told to Just Get Back On... and get down the line of fences. If was a great afternoon! I learnt a lot about how painful a welsh's withers can be when you land wrong, and how not to land wrong! :D
 
My sister and i learnt to ride at a small RS on the wirral, so yes in a very built up area. I was 5yrs old when i started (am now 30) and my sister 8, we would have a lesson every saturday, after about 6 months or so i started hacking out off the leid rein on a cob who was about 14hh!! i have pictures (will dig them out) of me on this huge cob and am like a little dot :D
I remember my sister working on the RS where she looked after a pony called snowy - basically all the kids had a RS pony to look after only you had to pay for the feed and any extras the pony needed - basically if you didnt buy the feed the pony went hungry :eek::eek: we ended up buying a RS pony - Honey, we had her on livery at said place where the RS was. I remember the YO being a bit of an old bat and threatening people if they caused trouble she would kick you off and tie your horse outside on the gate next to a busy road :eek::eek: no-one had any lockers or tack rooms to put anything, just a big barn where everyone had a section each - there where no lights fitted anywhere so everyone used torches - we bought one called a lighthouse :D
Pony had lots of red stuff, brushing boots/fluffy numnah/green canvas rug/string girth - me and my sister had them old style puffa coats with the paisley hunting scenes on them :rolleyes: our hats had the elastic under the chin and where very flimsy. Pony had a rug rack in the stable where the rugs would go, we got our shavings from the local wood yard for practically nothing.
the yard had proper stalls where the ponies would walk into to be bathed etc. There was a field over the other side of a ditch called the holiday field :)
There was a local show that everyone went to which was held every other sunday - i always remember it being scorching hot in the summer.
Fast forward a few years (was about 11) we moved yards and i had another pony - me and friend used to ride him bareback together aand play cow boy games and have adventures with picnics and things.

They where the good days :)
 
Yes leather girths and those stringy type they came in different colours horrid must have pinched. Big sheepskin numnahs.

and those cheek pieces like orange rubber I think they came in white as well.

Double bridles ... and also most were a plain D ring snaffle bit. Dont remember fancy things like now. Bran poultices nice and hot on sprains
 
Come on, it is all very well talking about cream Jodhpurs! What about the cavalry twill ones made of wool? Warm and itchy in the winter and sweltering in the summer and even more itchy?

Gymkhana games, when we paid a pound for ten games, some in the main arena whilst they altered the courses. Musical sacks and Musical Change?
If you won a game the reward was £3 but you had to be good as there were several heats to go through.
All ponies played the games and did showing and jumping. We had seven JA ponies at the riding school and they all worked for their living.
My first dressage test was for the One Day Event and at the age of about 10 it consisted of counter canter, turns on the forehand and haunches. It was the only dressage test you ever did all year.

We were taught to ride with a double bridle, and hacked for miles to and from shows and hunting.

Flat hard saddles, no rubber reins or grip reins, nor any stirrup treads. Out hunting the kids had to get off to open the wooden gates that were mostly held together with bailer twine and the gateways were always so muddy and came well over your jodhpur boots.

If you fell off you got back on and didn't cry and did it all over again. We were sent to the Cottage Hospital is we needed medical attention, mostly had to walk there but it was less than half a mile and all down hill. My mother's reaction to injuries was to laugh and tell me that if I couldn't take falling off to stop riding. My GP, when I just rolled up at the surgery would ask "Kick, bite or fall?"
I did bite the dust a lot because I would ride all the naughty ponies that came for retraining. I loved it. It was because of them that I realised my forte was with the problem animals.

Martingales, drop or grackle nosebands were unheard of and all bar one horse/pony went in a simple snaffle.

As said, bran poultices or Kaolin, working blister, green and white oils, and like mentioned, rarely were the animals ever wormed.
Gosh what memories we all have!
 
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