Month: March 2016

Where Would I Be Without You?

Hi guys,

Now those of you who know me today may find this hard to believe, but when I was younger I had some serious confidence and self-esteem issues. An early bloomer, I always felt that my body looked ‘weird’ compared to my other female¬† friends, and I was always bigger than them, which meant I permanently felt wrong and out-of-place. A true introvert, I also prefer my own company to that of others, that’s something that hasn’t really changed, but before I would actively look to spend time alone. I didn’t feel ugly on my own.

But a few years ago I met two beautiful young women who have completely changed who I am and how I feel in my own skin, and I will forever be eternally grateful to them.

I have to admit, I don’t actually remember the days I actually met Kerry or Katie. It just feels like they’ve always been there. Always there, building my confidence, making me feel more comfortable in me, turning me into the mad monster you see today.


In the company of my girls I feel invincible. I don’t care who likes me or who doesn’t, because I know they’re always there to pick me up when I fall down, as I will always be there to do for them. I can tell them anything, and know that they feel comfortable to do the same. Some conversations Kerry and I have had have occasionally bordered on the over sharing spectrum, but that’s why we have best friends. I have cried with laughter more frequently than I’ve had hot dinners with Katie, she just always seems to know what to do to cheer me up.

This will forever be my favourite photo of them!

These girls mean the world to me, and I am so lucky to have them in my life. They’ve shaped such a great deal of my life so far, and I hope they continue to do so for a very, very long time to come.

What about you guys? Do you have people in your life who you feel have shaped who you are?

Traditional Cob Horse Covered in Shavings

Why Did We Buy One With Feathers?

Hi Guys,

So earlier this year Missie the chunkamunk mare joined the family. She’s a great natured wee mare, very similar, in fact, to myself in character – eats a lots, doesn’t move unless she absolutely has to…

There’s just one drawback. A drawback we didn’t discover until the winter set in, and the rains came, and with the rains came mud, and with the mud came…


Missie’s wondrously flowing feathers, one of my favourite things about her, quickly became one of my least favourite.

One of my least favourite because these feathers drag mud EVERYWHERE! And when I say everywhere I mean everywhere. When you bring her in from the field madam likes to flick her feet, meaning your back ends up covered in mud and yuck. She then gets to her stable and shavings stick to the mud.

Washing the mud off is a task of team work. Missie has a very bad habit of kicking out with her feet when you go near them. Not in a bad way mind you, I just think she doesn’t like having her feet touched or washed. She’s also an absolute bloody fidget. And so when you attempt to clean mud from her feet she paws and flicks her feet and moves out of reach of the hose, meaning you need a second person to stand there, shoving her big butt back within reach and checking her whenever she lifts her feet.

This, mixed with the difficulty of getting up every night in order to clean them has led to the mud setting and causing the feathers to matt into dreadlocks. Determined not to cut them, every time we’re up Mum now works for quite some time de-mattifying the feathers, one at a time.

With all this hassle I ask: why did we buy one with feathers?

To be fair, Missie is the first horse we’ve ever owned with feathers, and this is our first winter with her. Hopefully time and experience will aid us in discovering how to live with and extra hairy horse.

Do any of you have experience with a horse with feathers? How did you deal with the mud? Any tips or suggestions?

Post Inspired By: Dirty