Mulography

5th January 2019

Team Half-Ass and the Long Hike

Apologies for the slightly late post this week. As you may have already seen from the Facebook page, I foolishly left part of my finger behind in 2018 which makes...

21st December 2018

Team Half-Ass and the End Of Year Round-Up

❤ Another year draws to a close! ❤ The main things that happened in 2018: Marty had some man troubles in March. Ben spent a lot of time working on Xato’s steering...

14th December 2018

Marty and the Thousand Miles

Long term followers of this blog will know that I walk Marty, a lot. We initially went out walking because he wasn’t backed, and I believe that all young or...

6th December 2018

Team Half-Ass and The Move (part one)

Team Half-Ass and The Move Part One: The Humans This week, Ben and I moved out of the one bedroom flat we’ve lived in since early 2013. It may have...

30th November 2018

Blogtober: Three Top Tips For Surviving Autumn

Yes, I know we are now very much into winter. But please humour me: we are moving house this weekend AND we have the print and digital versions of the...

23rd November 2018

Mule Tale: Mícheál

Earlier this year, I stumbled across a Facebook page called A Strange Request. Cathleen and her partner Vlad were just about to set off on a horseback adventure from their...

16th November 2018

Guest Post: Pack Mule 101

This article was originally written for issue 107 of Horsemanship Magazine (Facebook). Casey Hufstader (CH Packstring) is an experienced fifth generation packer from Oregon, USA, who I met along with...

9th November 2018

The Black Mule of Aveluy

A year or so ago, Ben and I were perusing the shops in Brighton when I found a selection of elderly books. I collect antiquarian tomes, and although none of...

2nd November 2018

Mule Tales: Jess

  We haven’t had a Mule Tale for a very long time, so I’m really pleased to say that there are a few waiting to be told – and we’re...

26th October 2018

Marty and the Mood Diary

Last week, I had friends visit Wednesday lunchtime. I was surprised by how mellow and friendly Marty was when we arrived – four hours earlier, when I’d done morning chores...