Kitting Out the School with New Sportswear

I’ve finally made the journey over to my new school, here in Spain.



Saying goodbye to my wonderful trainers and horses back in the UK was a real challenge, but something that I’m glad that I did.


The weather out here in Andalusia is uniformly stunning, although I must say that it took me a while to get used to the terrific heat that beats down from about 10am everyday – it was certainly a lot easier to muck out horses in grey old England, still I can’t really complain!


The house that the Equestrian school has set me up with is really quite charming. Built in the same 15th century style of the stables, there’s a feeling of authenticity within the tan-brown timber supports and the wattle and daub walls that somehow makes me feel like I’ve travelled back in time. Similarly traditional, but not as comforting, is the state of the safety gear here at the stables. Although this riding school has been financially profitable for a few decades, it appears that none of those funds made it back into the School’s supply of ropes, safety gear or saddles.


As a result of this lack of modern equipment, one of the first tasks that I have undertaken here is to ensure that the school is properly equipped with the right kind of equipment that will keep both the horses and riders safe.



Thankfully, with the internet and international shipping at my disposal, I’ve got access to dozens of great sites selling discounted sportswear and end of line stock, so picking out the right kinds of jodhpurs, helmets and silks has been a breeze. Although the financials of the School are very healthy overall, I’m making a conscious effort to treat this riding school as if it were my own – so saving costs wherever possible is at the top of my agenda.


With the new equipment winging its way over to me as we speak, there’s a new feeling around the School, partly due to the hiring and firings that I’ve enacted since I’ve taken over here.


It was never my intention to make so many changes upon my arrival here, however I feel it was necessary in order to instil the correct ethos into my school. Although I was a relative novice to the Equestrian industry when I first opened my school, I understood the basic values that I wanted my trainers to exhibit to the horses and our students. Respect is, first and foremost, at the top of my agenda. Respect for every student that walks through our gates and respect for every horse that we take care of.


When I arrived here a couple of weeks, I spent some time shadowing the trainers that had been holding in the fort for the last few years. A few of them were clearly very passionate about the art of horse riding, as well as the development of the students. However, there were a small handful of staff that lacked the necessary tact to work in one of my schools.


I won’t digress any further, needless to say they will no longer be a problem and our new equipment will soon lift the spirits of everyone here!

Keeping Our Horses Happy

I’ve already discussed the dangers of anthropomorphising our animals.



It doesn’t matter how many Disney movies you’ve seen or touching animal-led Dramas, the fact remains that your animals are not capable of the kind of emotional resonance that you’ll see on the big screen.


I may have been induced into my passion for Equine Behaviour through such films, but I’m under no illusion that Jackson, or any of my other horses for that matter, has the capacity for the same kind of emotional resonance that a person has.


With that being said, there can be some tell tale signs that might suggest your four-legged friend isn’t as happy as he could be. If you happen to spot any of these signs – don’t despair! You have plenty of options, it’s just a matter of troubleshooting and getting some advice from a trainer/vet:


Not as social with other horses



Take a look at how your horse behaves with his stable mates. If he’s grooming other horses and being groomed himself, then this means that he’s feeling sociable and comfortable in his surroundings. However, if he’s standing at a distance from the other horses and not engaging with others, then this might be a sign that he needs cheering up.


What to do: Try spending more time with him. Whether it’s an extra half hour of grooming or a long hack out, the extra hour could be the difference in lifting his spirits.


Long bouts of sensory inattention



This is another signal that you might be only see if you spend a long time with your animal. A keen eyed stable hand has also got a better chance of this, as they’ll be around your horse more frequently. Prolonged staring at a wall and a lack of reaction to audio or visual stimuli can signs that your horse has began to tune out his environments.


What to do: Sometimes what your horse might need is a change of routine. Visit him at an odd hour, or try exercising him on different days – if he remains the same way, contact your vet. 


Bed in disarray



When you come to turn out your horse in the morning his bed should remain largely in place. A relaxed horse will be content with their bed, whereas a stressed or unhappy horse may well pace around his stable, causing his bed to become pulled apart – this is a tell-tale sign of stress in racing horses, but could also suggest that your horse isn’t happy with his environment.


What to do: Try and make his stable more comfortable. In winter you could invest in affordable, environmentally heating in the form of a burner that uses wood pellets and briquettes. In summer, try improving ventilation to allow the air to flow more freely. 


Leaving food – losing weight



If the livery hands are reporting that your horse isn’t touching his feed, or if you notice that he might be losing weight, then you should consider contacting a vet. This can often be a sign that he might not be happy, but it could also related to his physical health.


What to do: If in doubt, it’s always best to seek the advice of a trained vet; they’ll be able to examine your horse, as well as it’s lifestyle and be able to determine what the matter is.

The Evolution of Horse Riding Culture

The culture around horse riding has changed a lot over the years.



There was a time when being involved in the horse riding world, in the UK at least, meant inevitably mixing with a certain kind of person.


To the lay person, these people would be informally known as ‘horsey’ folks. You’re probably familiar with the kind of stereotype that I’m talking about. They’ll wear jodhpurs, even when they’re not going out riding, and will most likely speak with an accent that is so well spoken, it becomes almost unintelligible. Other cliches that prove to be surprisingly true include: buck teeth and a general air of snootiness. Although it might seem like I’m painting in broad strokes, such people do truly exist.


I remember crossing paths with characters such as these and the interactions would always vary. I’ve met some wonderful people through riding, but back in the early days I definitely got the feeling that I wasn’t completely welcome in this culture.  Today, I can understand where they were coming from: my initial passion and interest in horses had nothing to do with the creatures themselves, it was derived from a fantasy about the relationship between the horse and the owner; a fantasy that had been originated by the popularisation of the act of horse riding. This was a cultural movement in itself and no doubt something that these ‘horsey people’ did not appreciate.



Television and Hollywood were, of course, to blame. During the 80s and 90s there was an irrepressible surge of what can only be described as Equine propaganda. Adaptations of classic stories such as Black Beauty and Pocahontas emphasised the individualistic nature of the horse, suggesting that they were capable of incredible acts of bravery. Thrilling action-adventure romps, such as The Mask of Zorro, the Lord of the Rings and Hidalgo popularised the bond between the horse and it’s owner. These stories captured my imagination, leaving me aching to own one of these incredible creatures and develop a similar relationship with them.


This intention, borne out of a childish fascination, grew into a full fledged obsession, to the point where I proved to be far more dedicated to my horse than even the oldest of hands. I had to work hard to earn their respect – whether I wanted it or not.


Times change though and it’s partly in thanks to the dissemination of initial outsiders (like me) who’ve preferred to stay true to our own ideals, rather than assimilating into the more conventional Equine culture. So what does this mean in real terms for the development of equine culture and the way that us ‘horsey’ people treat each other?


I believe that the nature of horse riding and how it’s perceived in this modern world, has completely changed. Today the world of horse riding is a much more open and accessible one. Instead of standoffish characters who aren’t interested in your story or where you’re from, we now have people like me who’ve had the chance to grow up and develop our own form of Equine culture. I’m not going to judge you for wearing a fur pom-pom riding hat silk or straight up blank you when I walk past you in the yard. I’ll be interested in where your horse is from, what style of riding you’re into and what you’re aiming to achieve this year.


Horse Riding used to be a past-time whose cultural values were dictated by a ruling social class. Now things have changed and I hope that, if you were thinking of starting but were intimidated by the possibility of being socially ostracised, you’ll consider taking the plunge.


Trust me – it’s worth it.


Jackson Returns Home

The Summer months are a great time for bringing old horses back in to the fold…



That’s exactly what I did this week with my 28 year old Arab gelding, Jackson.


Jackson was quite literally the first horse that I ever rode and it feels so good to have him back with me again. When I was a teenager, about 17, I’d spent a gruelling year earning money washing dishes in the local pub. At this age most of my friends were busy dolling themselves up and trying their luck getting served in the pub – or out partying. Not me though. In my seventeenth year, I was scrubbing pots and picking baked-on cheese off ramekins – all so I could pool money together with a local girl for our first horse.


Horse sharing is still a great option for anyone looking to take their riding skills to the next level. For me, owning a horse (or at least in part) was always going to be the way towards improving my skills as a rider and fulfilling my lifelong dream of having a horse as a companion. At that age it was probably best for me to just have part ownership of him anyway. People often look back nostalgically at their youth, seeing it as a time when they had all the time in the world. But, in truth, there were just as many hours in the day back then as there are today.


I remember my teenage years being incredibly hectic. On top of the responsibilities that I had around the house, I had my college work to stay on top of and then there were extracurricular activities and all the social events that came along with them. The 12 hours a week that I spent caring for and riding Jackson never felt like just another activity that I had to dedicate my time to. When I cleaned out his stable, made his bed, scrubbed out out his hooves or took him out hacking, I never felt that I was wasting my time or that I was missing out on anything else.


There was something so calming about his presence. I know many horse owners gain a great pleasure from talking to their horses as if they were people. But, aside from a simple ‘Hello’ and ‘Goodbye’ I never really shared that much with him; I never felt that it was necessary. Doing all the little things to make sure that he was comfortable was my way of communicating. He saw me doing it and I believe he had at least a small grasp on the relationship that we had. I would feed him, clean him, brush him and in return he would adhere to my commands and take me across the trails of the New Forest.


15 years later and that feeling of serenity is still there. I know that I’ve changed a lot over those years but Jackson still feels like the same horse. He’s been stabled just a few miles outside of my childhood home for all this time, cared for well by my friend, who took full ownership of him when I moved away.


Although I know he’s got probably got less than ten years left of good life, I intend to make everyone of them as satisfying for him as possible.