Marty and the Oh Yes
While things have gone a little bit wayward with Xato, Marty has been rather extraordinary. I don’t know whether this is because he is now seven-years-old and therefore maturing (finally),
While things have gone a little bit wayward with Xato, Marty has been rather extraordinary. I don’t know whether this is because he is now seven-years-old and therefore maturing (finally),
Gosh, this has taken a long time to write. Mostly because I was recently given the amazing opportunity to run Horsemanship magazine (oh yeh, just a li’l thing I forgot
Xato’s steering and brakes have been an ongoing project since he arrived. As I spoke about here, it has been my intention to take him bitless: partly because, due to
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
So, my good and thoughtful mules have realised that I must really enjoy spending money at this time of year, and have conspired to give themselves various maladies and malaise
Xato has been in a separate paddock since he arrived nearly four weeks ago. Obviously, I don’t feel good about this; he can see others at all times and shares
Due to a combination of extra work and a bad back, I haven’t had much time to play with Marty during the week. Saturday was ruled out because my back
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
It was my birthday on Saturday and I had no idea how to celebrate. Ben had suggested that we go away somewhere, but to be honest I’ve spent so much
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,