Horses, you say? Equestrian blogging and then some. Two idiots and a pony. The first hack out with Souri. Such a pleasant little horse. Today we headed out to the sand track again.

The adventures of an adult amateur rider. She wanted to provide the foundation of her training philosophies and how she wants her horses ridden.

Single mum of two battling chronic illness, daily dramas and twists of fate. Managing to retain warped sense of humour through it all. Writing it all down helps me get through the terrible days. And writing makes sense again. Monday, 17 November 2014.

Early 30s, paralysed from the neck down and on a ventilator 24hrs a day but I am not defined by my disability. Sharing memories from the past, views from the present and hopes for the future. Christmas past and Christmas present. Diams; December 30, 2016. This Christmas was more than I could wish for but 9 years ago was a very different story. Mentally and physically, I was a shadow .

Posted by blackislestud in Uncategorized. There is something very satisfying about working in inclement weather. I enjoy the trudging; the sheltering in the sheep and goat block in order to avoid the face numbing, painful hailstones. I enjoy making sure those outside have all they need in the way of hard feed and hay, and as I trudge I enjoy the idea that I may be burning a calorie or two.

And then the camera clicks and we are stars. They can kiss my ass if they think that they can treat me like another number.