Where in this wide world can man find nobility without pride, friendship without envy, or beauty without vanity? Here where grace is laced with muscle and strength by gentleness confined. He serves without servility he has fought without enmity, there is nothing so...
I would like you to enjoy these images and look at them with an artistic eye. I like the shapes of the horses as if on canvas. More art than photograph – it is always a joy to look at quality horses and I haven’t really done them justice, but here are...
“There was a tiny foal born at dawn, As drops of dew bathed the lawn. With tiny ears and tiny toes, dark round eyes and velvet nose. Prancing, playing through the day; Entrancing all the month of May. Named now Dawn she came to...
An appropriate verse from Will H. Ogilvie:- The Suffolk Punch will keep the road; The Percheron goes gay; The Shire will lean against his load All through the longest day; But where the ploughland meets the heather And earth from sky divides, Through the misty...
Few jumpers here, (show jumpers) not cardigans – but they might as well have been wearing them. The horses look so uniform; these jumping bred horses today. I thought the riders could have done with a uniform. Where have all the standards gone now? –...
Makes you proud to be British – where in the world do you see this wonderful sight? I counted thirteen women in a row in front of me and there were more riding with the gun carriage – amazing stuff! Wonderful horses, such a spectacle. I hope this tells...
