ironhorse
Well-Known Member
Not only is it pleasant and relaxing for them if you've got restricted access to turnout etc, plus a chance of a bit of bonding time, but could be very useful in an emergency.
We had a double blowout in the lorry on Thurs, on the M5.
VERY fortunately we were less than a mile from the services and my wonderful OH managed to trundle along the hard shoulder on the wheel rims to get into the services.
We called NFU recovery and they were wonderful, offering to take the horse onto our destination and organising a tyre fitter to come out.
As it was'only' a tyre and we weren't that far from our destination, we declined the horse rescue, but the tyre fitter said that while he could change the tyre with the horse on the lorry, the compressor might frighten her.
So in failing light, we unloaded into the lorry park of the services, and I grazed her for an hour and a half on a strip of grass verge on the edge of a wood (the burst tyre had wrapped itself round the lorry undercarriage so it was a long job to unravel it)
Altho the verge was a bit soggy, my fabulous mare's attitude was, 'Oh well, nice bit of grazing' and she stayed calm througout, jumping only a bit when the air gun was used to put the tyres on and in one very funny moment, frightening the life out of a sleepy lorry driver as he got out of his cab to go to the loo!
Lorries thundered past all the time, but because she's used to me grazing her on any spare bit of turf, she was completely unworried. Worth practising!
We had a double blowout in the lorry on Thurs, on the M5.
VERY fortunately we were less than a mile from the services and my wonderful OH managed to trundle along the hard shoulder on the wheel rims to get into the services.
We called NFU recovery and they were wonderful, offering to take the horse onto our destination and organising a tyre fitter to come out.
As it was'only' a tyre and we weren't that far from our destination, we declined the horse rescue, but the tyre fitter said that while he could change the tyre with the horse on the lorry, the compressor might frighten her.
So in failing light, we unloaded into the lorry park of the services, and I grazed her for an hour and a half on a strip of grass verge on the edge of a wood (the burst tyre had wrapped itself round the lorry undercarriage so it was a long job to unravel it)
Altho the verge was a bit soggy, my fabulous mare's attitude was, 'Oh well, nice bit of grazing' and she stayed calm througout, jumping only a bit when the air gun was used to put the tyres on and in one very funny moment, frightening the life out of a sleepy lorry driver as he got out of his cab to go to the loo!
Lorries thundered past all the time, but because she's used to me grazing her on any spare bit of turf, she was completely unworried. Worth practising!