Writing about horses: social horseworking

“Walk on, Q,” I smiled through gritted teeth, putting my leg on hard as the horse tried to stop by an  elderly rustic gentleman and his terrier, both of whom grinned up at me knowingly. “Walk on!”

Strangest thing, I thought. An old friend here in rural England had asked me to hack out this horse, a strapping young 4-year-old who ordinarily put whole new meaning into the term “forward going.”

medium_503570292Pushing 17 hands of solid Irish Draft / TB crossed muscle, Q was not what you would call a slouch. [Read more…]

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