Co coa and Adele

Bree, Co coa, Flo and Fantail

Joshels horses

Marble
Toffee-Apple
Boost
Whizz-Fizz
Sherbet

Polly-Waffle horses
Liquorice
Lilly
Dove
Betty
Cadbury
Gigolo
Lolly Gobble Bliss Blomb
Smarty
Cosmo
Doc Summer Roll
E’clair
Ice Magic
Dip
Custard
Kit Kat (Cats)
Pudding
Willy-Wonka
Viennetta (V)
Berry Bliss
Jesse

Kate's horses
Claudia
Peps
Blossom

Flo's horses
Smooch
Fantail

Shaila's horses
Snack Pack (Donkey)
Storm

Other horses
Play Boy
Dessert

"The Wild One" they called him (short story)

A big brown muscled gelding , standing at full 16 hands. Noone could do anything with him. He would lash out, rearing high, showing his power. Hooves cutting the air, eyes rolling, ears laid back, forcing most of his terrified to take cover.

Wild neighes would ring out, as teeth showing he stood ready to tak a bite from anyone to slow or unsuspecting.

But when left alone, if looked at closely, there was a sad look in those big brown eyes; a help me look. They mirrored many past wrongs and hurts Injuries and scars inflicted by rough, thoughtless people who knew little of riding or training a horse.

Old scars bore the proof of where spurs had dug in and where whips had cracked him. Proof of ignorant humans, who thought cruelty was the answer to breaking a horse. But it had only served to make him wilder, more difficult to handle and enhanced his name of The Wild One.

How he longed for even just one kind word. Someone to be gentle, kind; to understand that he wasn't bad - just made bad by people. Instead of a carrot, he'd always been given a sharp slap or a harsh word.

No wonder the poor misjudged horse had a dislike for humans. No wonder he reared in defence. It was only natural.

Time however was running out. If nothing could be done with him he was to be "sent away" - whatever that meant. The fact was, he no longer cared.





He was tired of it all. Tired of all the ill-treatment, the nasty words, the raised voices. Often the frustration would overwhelm him, making him buck and kick out until he was exhausted or someone appeared to "deal with him", when all he really needed was a little kindness.

As if by magic, his rescuer appeared, an elderly man in soiled moleskins and a dirty flannel shirt, with scuffed boots and thinning hair. Understanding eyes looked straight into those of the The Wild One, penetrating his thoughts. To The Wild One it appeared that at last perhaps here was someone who might understand. Someone who could communicate, glimpse into a haunted past. The Wild One gave a little nicker of greeting to this welcome friend and stretched out his nose.

His owner, the rough voiced man, raised his hand , ready to strike the horse, but was stoppped by the kind old man, who grasped his arm in a grip that had strength to it. The old man gently stroked The Wild One's nose and began talking to him gently. The horse could hardly believe it!

He hadn't felt a gentle pat or heard a kind word spoken for years! Instinctively he backed away, suspicious. What if this was a trick? Was he finally being "sent away"? The old man spoke to the owner as the horse stood watching nervously. The two men finally shook hands and the owner disappeared, fetching a halter and leadrope, which he handed to the old man.


Inside the dark, damp shed in which The Wild One spent most of his long lonely days, the old man approached quietly. He put the halter on and the horse calmly followed him out to whatever fate awaited him.

He followed the kind stranger onto the trailer and, with no regrets, left his home forever. Ears pricked and eyes full of uncertainty, the horse wondered where he would now end up. The trailer rocked gently, lulling him into a sense of calmness he'd never felt before.

At last when the vehicle stopped and the ramp was let down, the horse was led out. A large paddock, dotted with a few horses greeted him. A neat row of box stalls suggested a general air of cheerfulness he'd never before experienced. He was led into a clean roomy stall with an overflowing haynet. He even had a view over the paddock from his half door.

The old man watched smiling. From his long experience with horses he knew this was an intelligent animal only in need of a little kindness and understanding. The perfect recipe to erase all the hurts and make a good horse.

With time and perseverance, the horse would become devoted to the wise old man, gradually sharing his trust and confidence. Both horse and trainer were to become well known and admired at many local shows and events. Understanding, patience and the skill of a good horseman had given The Wild One a new life. A good formula for any partnership.

Fantail, Adele and Bec

This is Fantail, Adele and Bec.
You know Fantail but you don't know Adele and Bec.
This photo was taken at the Show when Flo and Fantail had just come third and were having a small break like the rest of the people and horses participating in the pony club events.
Adele is thirteen and her favourite horse is Toffee-Apple, a grey mare (who now looks white).
She goes to Saturday club at Joshels and so does Bec.
Bec's favourite horse is Marble and if you scroll down you will find Marble and Lolly.
Bec was one of the girls that nearly got bucked at by Lolly. After that her favourite filly was no longer Lolly but Chocolate E'clair, as I have mentioned Chocolate E'clairs nickname is E'clair.

This is Bree and Co-coa at the Darwin Show. she and Co-coa were also in the show, participating in the pony club events with Flo and Fantail.
It took us all a very long time getting Co-coa ready, about five hours but it was fun.
Bree came third in her competition.

Flo and Fantail at the Darwin Show

This is Flo and Fantail (her horse) at the show.
Flo has just led Fantail around in the arena and came third.
Flo is a good friend aged thirteen.
I met her at Joshels stud and agistment holiday program she was one of our group leaders.
Fantail is her new horse recently bought at Joshels.
Fantail is eight months pregnant so she is a bit out of shape and that is why she didn't win the Teritory bred but she won last year.
Fantail kicks and bites a tiny bit but other than that she is a really good horse.

Marble and her foal Lolly

This is Marble and her foal lolly.
Marble is one of the best horses to ride and be with
she is a fast but calm and quiet.
As you can see she is and Apaloosa.
Her foal Lolly Gobble Bliss Blomb however is known to be crazy. She once reared on one of my but it was more funny than painful. Then she started bucking at another one of my friends. She is no longer anyones favourite filly. We all think she does this because she is oung and playful but she sure is scary.

The first time I rode a horse

The first time I rode a horse was when I was five. It was at the Mindil markets where they had this group of horses that were led around.
My favourite horse was called Charlie and every Thursday or Sunday mum would take me to the markets and I would ride Charlie.

please tell us all about your first ride!

welcome to this blog

This blog is for horselovers.
If you are interested in horses or already love them this is the place to be.
I will put some pictures of the horses I ride and tell you all about them.