Marty and the bid for freedom
As I’ve said, Marty hasn’t had much to do lately other than vet visits. On Saturday, he took matters into his own hooves by gleefully bursting out of his paddock like a
As I’ve said, Marty hasn’t had much to do lately other than vet visits. On Saturday, he took matters into his own hooves by gleefully bursting out of his paddock like a
Marty had a visit from Gavin Scofield, a cranial osteopath, on Tuesday morning. I’d seen Gavin work before on a friend’s horse, and thought that he would be ideal for my twitchy
I don’t have a Mule Tale ready for you this week, and as Marty as done very little of anything apart from look cute and get scratchies, I figured I’d
Sometimes, I think Marty is a lot like Sherlock Holmes: brilliant, disinterested in the mundane, easily bored and only ever a hair’s breadth from being the greatest criminal mastermind of
When the subject of Marty’s catching issue comes up, I sometimes get sidelong glances and bemused questions such as: “Why don’t you just leave a headcollar on him/take a bucket
I have been extremely lax about writing here; I had planned to do a big, New Year post to sum up what we’d done and where we were going, but I
While we were in America, I bought Marty a brand new, hot pink halter. I had hoped to find another rainbow to replace his current one, which has faded, but
At the end of October Ben and I traveled to the USA for a five day clinic with renowned horseman, Harry Whitney. It was a fascinating week and I will definitely
Marty and I have been pootling along rather nicely for the past month. I think this is partly due to the fact that I’ve finally decided to stop over-analysing* and,
We’re nearing the end of August and autumn is definitely in the air. The morning’s are feeling colder and the evenings a little darker. Marty started growing his winter coat about a fortnight
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