When were you lucky?

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Today I've been very lucky...I am looking to back my young lady in a month or twos time so I had the saddle fitter out to size her for a saddle... and he had a good look and suggested (as I'm an albion fan) trying a second hand SLK he had on his lorry... I asked him what size he was going to try and he said he'd like to try a med wide 17.5 inch on her... I said I've got one of those in the tack room... So I fished it out and Lucky Me it fits her really well. He just needs to take a little flocking out in one area but he's really happy with the fit...

Considering how much decent dressage saddles cost these days - for me this is a serious result!

When have you got lucky...?
 
Well there was this field you see, on the way to the tack shop, I drove pass that field for months. It was full of coloured cobs,, you know the score, not starved but not looked after 100%. Well on this one sunny day I stopped, there in the field was a blue eyed wonder, I fell in love now 4 years on we have just started our ridden lives together. I was lucky, he was lucky.
 
15 years ago when our little dog came into our lives. Sadly he died last month aged 17. We thought he was lucky that we had rescued him but we were the lucky ones. He gave us so much love and fun. RIP little darling.
 
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15 years ago when our little dog came into our lives. Sadly he died last month aged 17. We thought he was lucky that we had rescued him but we were the lucky ones. He gave us so much love and fun. RIP little darling.
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Yeah, they leave big holes behind them when they leave us. However, they give so much who would miss it !
 
I got lucky when I met my neighbour. I had had a break for about 8 years from horses, I put an advert on preloved to say rider available and got some responses - was in the middle of deciding when we moved into our new house. Met neighbour, got talking and he asked if I wanted to ride his horse to get him fit for hunting as his daughters wouldn't. The yard is 200 metres from my house, 4 (then, now there are 6!!) beautiful hunters to exercise, ride for a few months then when the hunting season started he have me his young horse (see avatar) to bring on for him - that was last year and I'm still 'loaning' Harvey.

Also lucky that I have a very supportive non horsey other half that looks after our daughter whilst I'm riding.
 
A couple of weeks after I lost my old girl (at the grand old age of 35), I put out a wanted ad. A friend saw it and forwarded an ad that had just been posted on her daughter's PC website, and Cam came into my life. The first horse I tried and I wouldn't have seen the ad unless the friend had forwarded it on. :)
 
Agree Suzistokes. Can't decide whether to get another one. I'm afraid I won't love it enough because it's not the one we lost. I know lots of people feel like this about horses. I certainly don't love my current pony in the same way I loved a very special one that I was stupid enough to sell, albeit to a lovely home.
 
My daughter and I just moved to the countryside. Middle of nowhere really and I don't drive so getting anywhere when my partner is busy is a nightmare - school is 20 miles one way, work is 20 miles the other, shops 10 miles the other and new horse riding school 10 miles the opposite! Few/no bus routes that we need etc.

My daughter made new friends at her new horse riding school. Despite them all being from different areas, some are in the Secondary school that my daughter will be attending which is in the next village to ours. Some also attend a Scouts group in our village which my daughter joined. Then we discovered her new friends all have loan ponies. I thought this would be where keeping up with her friends would end, thinking that the yard would be remote - miles away - inaccessible. Nope, the yard where they all keep their horses is literally next door to the school and on a short, safe route by bike, foot or regular bus! We enquired to the stables about a pony for my daughter. There was only one left. He was the last one as he was 23 and a bit too slow and sensible for experienced riders. My daughter is a novice and he is perfect for her ability...

On Saturday she hacked out in her new village, with her new friends, on her ideal new horse before going rafting with her buddies for their scouts raft race. In September she can start her new school with them and and they can all go and see their horses on their way home!

Can't have got luckier than all that!
 
I have been so lucky in so many ways (in no particular order!). I have a great husband with whom I have shared adventures over the past 25 years. For the past 20 years I have been in my dream job. Now not fit to do that job any more I have loads of options. I have my dream horse, a fab dog, my mother is still fit and able and close by. We live in a wonderful old farm, in a quiet village, which we bought just before prices sky rocketed.
Looks great, all written down like that.
 
When I went to see a horse that was for sale, and hadn't seen a pic of it, I'd just been told "you'll like it, it jumps". I was lucky that I took a sensible friend with me, because I was going to walk away as didn't like him all that much. She told me if I didn't buy him she would so I figured there must have been something special about him. 2.5 years later and he has turned out to be the most incredible, brave, bold, wonderful little horse anyone could ask for, who tries his heart out for me every day :) So I was mainly lucky in my choice of friend to take along to the viewing! ;)
 
So many times, I got lucky when I found Missy and lucky when Rory was born and both ponies were healthy and still are. :)
 
I love telling this story, I still can't believe I was this lucky!!

Last summer I was traveling in central America. When I was in Nicaragua I spent two nights on Ometepe, which is a volcanic island in the middle of an enormous inland lake. It is very remote and sparsely inhabited. My friends and I stayed at the only hostel on the island, which is very much in the middle of nowhere, and then left for our next destination, which was on the coast way to the south. Several days later we were still in the same place, and I noticed that one of my camera memory cards was missing. It had hundreds of photos on it from earlier in the trip :(. I had absolutely no idea where I could have lost it, but my friends helped me search the hostel we were staying and there was no sign of it. I was more or less in tears by this point, when a woman also staying at the hostel came up to us and asked if we'd been staying at a certain hostel on Ometepe a few days previously. When we said yes, she told us that she worked there but was just taking a few days off and that she was sure someone had found a memory card there and handed it in to reception. So she rang the hostel for us and asked them to check the photos on the memory card...turned out it was definitely mine! But then we had the problem of how to get the memory card back to me...Nicaragua is not very easy to travel around at all and I faced at least a half day's journey, if not more, to get back to Ometepe, and a lot of that would be by taxi as there weren't any buses on that route. When you factor in that I would then have to get back to our current hostel, I was looking at a full day's traveling and spending considerably more money that I really wanted to! So the woman from the hostel arranged for the memory card to be sent with the next lot of travelers heading our way! Luckily it is quite a popular route as where we are staying there are two hostels that organize a weekly pool crawl between them and it is really popular with backpackers. Shortly later we were told that the memory card would be traveling with four French Canadians who were going to stay at the other hostel. That was all the information we had, and no way of contacting them! On the day of the pool crawl my friends and I all got separated at some point and finally met again at the hostel in the late evening, all of us very drunk :o. One of my friends came straight up to me and presented me with the memory card! Apparently, on a shuttle bus back to the hostel from the town she had met the French Canadians and somehow (god knows how!) established that they had my memory card (which they hadn't lost!!!). So I got my memory card back :D

I don't know if that very rambling story makes much sense, but it is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me. I was devastated when I thought I had lost my photos! When I think about how many lucky coincidences ensured I got my memory card back - the fact that I'd lost in the hostel on Ometepe and not in a town somewhere; the fact that someone had found it and handed it in; the fact that the girl from the hostel was staying in the same place as us, knew about the memory card being found AND overheard us talking; the fact that there were people heading our way at the right time and that they didn't lose it (no mean feat considering that they climbed a volcano with it!); the fact that of all the shuttles my friend could have got on, she got the one that they were on; the fact that she somehow worked out who they were/ they worked out who she was; the fact that she didn't then lose the memory card given how drunk she was - I am absolutely amazed!!!!
 
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I was born lucky. I have the knack of being happy and not sweating the small stuff. Life has thrown some unusually tough things at me, but I can roll with it.

More how you meant OP I did something stupid on Sat & got away with it, but its a long, technical non horsey story.
 
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