Sandstone1
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I loved the smell of boiled barley.
I still use an old style thre pronged for mucking out long straw-much better for your back than a short handled four pronged imo.
Ah, thank you Sheep and SpringArising for your lovely comments about the gorgeous Baroness (Nessie) . We owned her twice, firstly as a young horse for my older sister who competed her successfully, then after a gap of a few years we were able to buy her back for me. We then kept her to the end of her days.
Her coat does look good in the pic, doesn't it? She was fed on grass, hay, Spillers Horse and Pony cubes and bran.
The two pronged ones were pikels (sp), and their use really was for heaving bales of hay/straw onto a loft. I never did get the hang of picking a bale up with one, I guess it was a knack. I use a four pronged muck fork regularly for tidying the muck heap. And I have a "log" for tying up horses who prefer not to have the feel of a loose rope which then suddenly resists.
Where I come from your pikel would be called a grape, and your log would be called a chog
Where are you? Pm if youd rather.
I don't miss boiling up linseed,
Any one else old enough to have cared for horses bedded on peat.
I had lovely regent leather soled joddy boots with straps round the ankles instead of elastic.
Any one else old enough to have cared for horses bedded on peat.
Stűbben still sell string girths. They are great at sweat dispersal and evening out pressure.
I used to ride in a yellow polo neck and gloves . It was the accepted uniform at one time where I was.
I used to too... I had read (probably in a Pullen- Thompson ) that yellow was "correct" so for ages, wherever possible I always wore yellow for my lessons
My granny used to knit me the most beautiful yellow "string" gloves and socks. They were fantastic for riding and you couldn't have bought anything as good quality in the shops.
Orange rubber reins, that went sticky when old. I also started with the elastic chin strap.
The thing I missed most is the old white foam back protector that you stuffed down your jodhs. They did op round your kidneys and that was it.
I would love one now, wish I had not thrown mine away. I would wear it for hacking as it was not at all restrictive like the body protectors of today. No straps round your shoulders. No restrictions. I was just at Bramham last week and the BHS or some safety organisation (Beta?) had one on display to show protection over the years. I almost went over and made an offer on it!
GS - Is this not Coal Tar Soap then? https://www.superdrug.com/Wrights/W...Sg&gclsrc=ds&dclid=CJHIkuzx0tsCFRJj0wodYSILrA
Me too, I LOVED them. Kept them till they fell apart (at least one resoleing later!).
I've got a job on my list to go through some old trunks in my parents loft and I have a feeling there might be one of the old white back protectors tucked away in there - if so I'll let you know and you'd be welcome to it!
It makes me wonder though, what will future generations be saying in 30-40 years, of our current protective wear of airjackets and body protectors? What advances are still to come?
Me too, I LOVED them. Kept them till they fell apart (at least one resoleing later!).
I hated the chin cups on crash helmets - I really wanted a lovely velvet hat but mum said no.
Remember the day my friend got a chaskit rug to replace the canvas ones. Took us a while to work out how to fit it!
No where near as smart as that gorgeous pony going hunting, but here is me going for a hack. I must have been about 9?
Numnahs, never had one, made tack cleaning a chore scrubbing that grease off the underside. Ponies only allowed to wear snaffles too, even if you couldn't hold one side of them. (Not this pony, Buttons, he was a saint among beasts). I won some money on Rough and Tumble, ridden by John Francombe, in the National and bought him a cottom summer sheet at Sandon Saddlery. Loved it! Ponies had spillers cubes to eat. The hunters had straights (Mum was appalled when 'Main Ring' came out!).
Jutes and underblankets, a nightmare.
Canvas turnouts with baler twine round the legs you had to go and straighten every time the horse farted...
And how did we manage with no (equine) dentist? One saddle did a human for life, not matter what the horse. Any Essex/Herts people - remember Batchelors shop in Epping?
Oh and I wasn't allowed long boots, children wore jodphur boots and that was that.
Remember the day my friend got a chaskit rug to replace the canvas ones. Took us a while to work out how to fit it!