Mule Tales: Xato’s import story
He’s been here for three months so I reckon it’s about time that I tell his import story. As a very brief overview for anyone who might be viewing this
He’s been here for three months so I reckon it’s about time that I tell his import story. As a very brief overview for anyone who might be viewing this
Five years ago, Ben hosted a UK clinic for an Australian trainer called Ross Jacobs. I had only recently started dating Ben, although I’d known him for years, and so
On January 2nd, Mulography will be 2-years-old. This time last year the blog had been silent for nearly two months; quite simply, because I was too miserable to write anything.
2016 has been truly horrendous for many reasons … so I feel a bit selfish for saying that, as far as my mules and I are concerned, it’s actually worked out
I don’t have a Mule Tale for you this week because I have managed to run out of ready-to-go Tales, and I’ve been a bit lax about gathering more. The
After Marty returned from Anna’s, it occurred to me that it wasn’t enough just to try and alter his way of thinking. I had, of course, studied Anna’s way of
I thought I would write a little bit about our track at the moment. This is the second year that we’ve run one over winter, and I’m trying to learn
On our second day in Mallorca, we made another evening visit to Xato and Tally and this time I was dressed to ride. I took Xato out for a short
Ben and I spent three days in total in Mallorca, arriving midday on Saturday and leaving Monday evening. But we saw and did as much as possible during that time! Our
Xato and I first crossed paths six months ago when my friend, Sarah Weston, sent me an old copy of the IH magazine. It contained an article about her friend Xanthe,