Me.

How did it all begin?  Something all horse folks ask themselves.

I suppose for me it began at age 6 when my dad would load me in the car to spend some quality time with him on Saturdays. Dedicated to hanging out with me, my father found a rough and tumble place where he could “rent” a pony for an hour: Turkey Hill in Hingham, MA.  He knew absolutely nothing about horses.  The ponies were wicked.  The place, sheer danger.  It was about 1973 or 1974.  Within minutes, for me, The Addiction had begun.

Within a year my first pony came home in the back of a pick up truck.  For $200 my parents bought me a pony, her saddle, bridle, pony cart and harness as well as a month of food.  Sheba was an angel in my eyes but in reality, something closer to a Shetland dare-devil who toughened me up every day.  I selected her over the canopy bed my mom showed me in the Sears Catalog–two choices given for my birthday.  (Clearly my mom had no idea a lacy canopy bed had a one-time cost.  A pony was a life time of costs.)

A few years later I met my soon-to-be-first welsh pony, Chamcook Lily.  Lily was the apple of my eye.  At 12.1h, she was a welsh pony with blue blood pedigree although at the time, I had no idea what a pedigree was.  Lily was everything a welsh pony could be: a best friend to an often lonely only child, a brave mount that knew more than I did and, an unwavering partner for hours spent in fields and wooded paths.  She soared over stone walls with me on her back, trotted along the road to my best friend’s homes and, partnered with me as we imagined our way to the Olympics.  Lily taught me that the welsh pony is the most intelligent and versatile athlete on the planet.

Years later, in 1999, with my daughter as a new excuse for buying ponies, streams of welsh ponies came into our lives–each one we enjoyed to the fullest. Glynhafan Prince Charming, the true prince of the ponies, is undoubtedly the most supreme welsh pony we ever came to know. We are humbled with the good fortune of having him tucked in our barn, where he has lived for nearly 15 years.

More recently I have come to have regard for the welsh cob as a magnificent partner in equestrian pursuits.  Offering a bit more height than the welsh section B, the cob section D has the substance, flair and movement for dressage.

Quillane Arrow is my main ride. A 14.17/8h section D welsh cob, we are working through First Level along a long journey toward big goals.  KL Miss Elle, Arrow’s half sister (both by Quillane Apollo), is a few years younger, stands at 15h, is starting with the basics.  With high hopes, she has a future in dressage and as a broodmare.

Dressage, cob, or plain horse talk is something I can do just about any moment.  My blog is where I share ideas about cobs, dressage, and all things horse!