Grown up pony club camp??? how brilliant - you gotta introduce that game, if you use cider though I'd never make it back to the finish - be too busy drinking everyone elses!!!
My pony was just like that too - I tried every trick in the book to catch the little b***er. He certainly taught me how to catch awkward horses though, I'm a dab hand at it now!!
My first pair of stretchy jods...................comfort aaahhhhh, following on from that I think long boots became de rigeur, even if they were sweaty rubber!
OMG!! I want to come on the grown up pony club camp! Please?!
String girths - I had forgotten that one too!
Im going to go to the secondhand tack shop and try to find a Puffa candy stripe jacket!! All those feelings of jealousy wanting one have come floodding back!
Eating pot noodles for lunch every day at the yard in the summer holidays!
Also remember Barbara Woodhouse, as Patches and Weezy said a proper British Institution!
The white webbing girths.
The quilted coats I remember were made by John Partridge and came with a little pewter lapel badge of a partridge.
Also I remember pony club not being quite so up itself as it is now, we used to have fun!
String girths; no numnahs or saddlecloths of any kind; drop nosebands; coloured plastic browbands; hardly any (horse) boots; jute rugs; canvas NZ rugs; rope/webbing halters; bran mashes; boiled linseed; straights, no mixes; colic drenches (rubber tube on a glass bottle!); bone radiol (oh, that smell!); cleaning tack every day; long canvas riding macs; string riding gloves; non-stretch jods; going to Pony Club in a cattle lorry.
<font color="green">Red Rum always winning the Grand National ...
HOYS being on TV every night for a week in October, and the Royal International, andOlympia at Christmas ...
Showjumping being more popular than footy ...
H&P giving the readers their own pony (Silent King)
Your Horse's first issue...
Those black rugs you could get if you collected enough tokens from feed bags...
Gates held closed with bailing string, and a pony [not mine] who could untie the knots!
Old freezers being used as feed bins...
Mixing a scoop of barley, a scoop of oats, half a scoop of pony nuts and some sugar beet for feeds...
Soaking sugar beet overnight...
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Ah such happy memories for everyone!.I always loved the MASSIVE water fights in the yard (YO always joined in too) and nobody cared because nobody had water meters.And Lincon products rules.Epsom salts were in everybodies first aid kit!.Riding and leading five horses out to the fields after the days lessons.
Was soo proud when I saved up for my Whitney stripey blanket to go under my jute rug and also had an anti-cast roller (funnily enough it's still going strong after about 20 years !!).
I used to think STYLO riding boots were only for professionals.
I cut my ponies mane so short with a pair of scissors - knew I would get a complete roasting so I plaited him up (like nobody will notice that my pony is plaited up !! ... dur!!)
We used to lay in ditches and let our friends jump over us on their ponies (huge cringe !!) We used to gallop around the place and never used to tell anyone when we fell off !
I have a photo wearing a candy stripe puffa (think it was a snide one at that !!)
My brushing boots were made of felt with leather straps !! Plus no such thing as travel boots - you had to bandage ! Err.... am sure there's loads more but that's it for now !
Oh I remember those horrid rubber chin cup things on riding hat. I remember when they started getting phased out, but I thought it was WAY cooler to have a cup! It always made my chin all spotty (gross) but it never crossed my mind it was the cup doing it. I soon got used to riding cup-less though!
From childhood - I always remember being eliminated a lot! I used to over-jump my poor first pony at home so when we went to a show, he refused point blank to jump anything!!
Yep - everything used to be Cottage Craft! And Woof Wear boots for the pony! Thought I was so cool buying GREEN Woof Wear brushing boots.....!
And doing the "Grand National" with my shetland. Me and my best friend would race her round the field and see who was fastest. The shetland loved it though, trampled on both of us though on the odd occassion - she'd buck you off then dart sideways so as to give you a bit of a kick along the way!