After struggling and fighting I've now got my scanner working, and found some old photos so please meet the horses past
First of all Biscuit, about 13.2hh and elderly, he came to us for a summer to recover from a lameness issue, got husband to agree as he was only for the kids..............little did he know that this was part of the cunning plan.
Biscuit worked well, went back to his owner fit and well, and the boys were enjoying riding, so next step, buy a horse that I could share with the boys, so Arizona came into our lives.
Now we bought Ari from a crook, and he was a little psycho. He dumped the boys regularly and put them off, my eldest never rode again, and John takes it or leaves it. So I took him over as mine


. Now looking at that second pic I can't believe that I was persuaded to sell him because I was to big for him. He was such fun, if you ignored his little issues.
Next came Gorgeous George, who was a freak of nature, he was 14.2hh in every direction, up down and round. He would sleep anywhere, including lying down in full tack if bored. He was popular with the local riding therapy group, and the pic of me with him was taken at a show that we took the disabled group to.
George was great, and eventually I was ready to move on up, I'd discovered western riding, and bless his heart he wouldn't have done well at that, so he was sold to the therapy group, where he was worth his considerable weight in gold

Next came Lady, a Quarter horse cross, bought for Western Riding, but she really didn't like it, and we never really clicked, and when the next one on the list came up for sale I sold her to buy him, she went to an English riding home and they took her jumping which she loved.
That allowed me to but my beautiful Trigger, bred in Scotland, sold at weaning to the person who kept him until he was 12, then to me. Western broke, but also did 3 day eventing. He was just a great all round good guy, so sweet and loving. The only fly in the ointment, the only reason I could afford him, Navicular, so we struggled to keep him sound in the end.
When Trigger got lonely, Harley came into our lives. He was a real Hangover horse, anyone could ride him anywhere anytime. We called him a cob, but if you could see a full pic of him you would swear that he was a Gypsy Vanner


. He was 27 and retired when we got him, but fit for light trail riding, which he enjoyed no end.
Hope you enjoyed the walk down memory lane.