Category Archives: Equine

Photographic A, B, C of 2014

 
I thought I’d round off the year with an a, b, c of photos from my archive:
A is for AC Cobra – a mean, sleek racing machine.
ACCobra
B is for Bull – a Hereford White Face, emblematic breed from my native Herefordshire.
PrizeBull2
C is for Cockerel – this is a composite image from shapes I was playing around with in Photoshop.
cockB&W
D is for Dragon – we found this one in a park just on the outskirts of Barcelona.
dragon
E is for Entrance – the entrance to the Boquería food market in Barcelona city centre – a mecca for all foodies.
entrance
F is for Fire engine – this one is Norwegian – they seem to use them more for clearing the streets than tackling fires.
fireEngine
G is for Graffiti – Barcelona has some fine examples of it.
graffiti
H is for Husky – this one lives in Tromso, Norway with his 299 kennel mates – a vociferous mob but very friendly.
husky
I is for Ikea – that well known purveyor of flat pack furniture.
IkeaToy
J is for Jalopy – this one being put through its paces in the  construction stages by my dad.
Jalopy
K is for Kune kune pig – this breed has gained in popularity over recent years.
Kunekune
L is for Lifeboat – slung overhead they make for an interesting photo.
lifeboat
M is for May Fair – our annual fair invades the town for three days in early May to provide fun and entertainment.
MayFair
N is for Nativity – a traditional alternative in Spain to the Christmas tree – a lot of homes display a nativity scene.
nativity
O is for Origami – my son has become adept at this after a trip to Japan – as you can see, this one is a bookmark shaped like a cat’s head.
origami
P is for Patch – a piebald horse I used to ride who is now contentedly retired.
patch
Q is for Quoits – a very competitive game on board ship !
quoits
R is for Roulette – a rather more sedentary, but nonetheless exciting, game, played in the on board casino.
roulette
S is for Sculpture and this is a beautiful, interactive one.
sculpture
T is for Tree – this one is at Shobdon Arches, Herefordshire.
tree
U is for Ural owl – this feisty youngster lived at Kington Owl Centre, Herefordshire.
 
ural
V is for Vegetable – the talented chef on our cruise ship created all sorts of beautiful vegetable animals and birds inspired by cartoon characters.
vegetables
W is for Windsurfers – there are always some off Barceloneta beach in Barcelona
windsurfers
X is for Xmas starter – I was ready to throw in the towel trying to create this from a Gary Rhodes recipe – only 4 pages of instructions!!XmasStarter
Y is for Youth clinic – children learning to ride at an annual clinic in Monnington, Herefordshire.
youthClinic
Z is for Ziggy – this beautiful animal, owned by friends of mine, was called Ziggy Stardust – sadly no longer around, but aptly named  -a prima donna!
Ziggy

Horsin’ Around

Every year a friend of mine gives up a week of her time in the summer to run a Youth Clinic for young riders. The aim of the clinic is of course to hone their riding skills, but also to encourage them to socialise with other youngsters, and learn how to help themselves and each other. I have volunteered in the past but as I know very little about horses, and the bewildering array of tack they wear, I’m not much use! But I can ride and I like horses and enjoy their antics so this year I thought I’d go along to take some photos – you know, document the goings on for posterity.

The first day was horrendous as we had to endure torrential rain, but as they say ‘the show must go on’ – I’ve come to the conclusion that riders are no different from, say, golfers in their attitude to weather conditions: there are two types – ‘rainy’, which is ‘okay’ and ‘dry’, which is better!

raining   

The Youth Clinic is held in the beautiful grounds of Monnington Stud, which nestles in the Herefordshire countryside alongside the River Wye. The facilities for the horses are second to none with a beautiful stable block, a green and schooling areas galore for the lucky equine residents.

A lot of those who sign up to the Youth Clinic bring their own horses and therefore their own accommodation – it seems horse trailers have come a long way. Some of the children still like to camp out – it adds to the excitement, so they bring tents …….    and  scooters ………. and bikes ………… and their favourite teddy and ……….. well, you get the idea.

An hour or two is spent on the first morning getting the children settled and playing name games, but the very young ones must to be accompanied by a parent so there are plenty of adults on hand if they fall over,  get homesick etc.

After breakfast and the group photo it’s all hands to the pumps.

   

Carriage driving is one of the activities the kids can do but horse riding is also about tacking up and bonding with that ‘gentle giant’ (hah!) No, obviously these equines are hand picked for their kind temperament and patience. The objective is for the week to be fun, but they do a lot and so they learn a lot.

So as not to overwhelm them on the first day, a trip to Gifford’s Circus was planned for the afternoon. It was great fun – Gifford’s is a tiny family run affair and the star of the show was definitely the clown, who held it all together and kept us entertained for over two hours.

Over the next few days the sun came out, the kids relaxed, played games,

   

and tried their hand at some vaulting – from the expressions on their faces some liked that a lot more than others – 

and they learned something about the Morgan horse which is the breed that Monnington Stud promotes.

 Of course, the week has to be worthwhile for the older teenagers as well so they had instruction    from a very talented American trainer with lots of exercises in the outdoor school and on the green.

The week always ends with a gymkhana and a fancy dress parade and lots of rosettes being given out. The visiting judge casts her critical eye over proceedings and I’m sure all the young riders feel they have achieved a lot. Some have come from as far afield as Manchester so they must think it’s worth it. It wouldn’t happen without the dedication of the stud manager, Trudy, the owners of the stud, Angela Connor and John Bulmer, but it most definitely wouldn’t happen without the dedication of my good friend Hilary.