This one is hard
Ooft. This one is going to be hard. Next in my story is Elvis, my little arab that I bought as a low maintenance, pre-trained, middle aged horse, that I could have as a side hobby, while I lived the rest of my life studying, partying, working and being a social 19yo.
And then there was Ellie May
Straight after year 12 exams I flew down to Sydney and was picked up from the airport on the way to Inglis thoroughbred sales, thoroughbred in the float and ready to be sold!
Next up is Dylan
As a non-horsey family, we were still very naive about horse ownership and horse owners and have found out along the way that buying (and selling) horses is not for the faint hearted.
Dylan arrived from NSW with huge excitement. While unloading Dylan (a fire breathing dragon) off the truck, we started to realise he might not be the personality we were expecting.
Who is Lilli?
Lilli was originally my sister’s. We went and saw this little fat dumpy pony that a saddle wouldn’t fit. My sister test rode her bareback, with no steering, brakes or accelerator, and came back and professed she loved her and just had to have her. And therein starts her story with us.
My first horse.
Glen was our first horse, as a family, but Shorty, he was mine. I still remember seeing Shorty from a distance at a show and falling in love with him instantly. In hindsight, he was a short-strided quarter horse attempting to be a show horse, but I thought he was heavenly.
The start of it all.
My sister and I were horse mad from a young age, cantering on-foot around the backyard, making jumps and pretty much “hobby-horsing”, before it was a thing. We went to a riding school weekly, got our pony club certificates and convinced our parents that we could definitely have our own.