The blogger at where's my effing pony (I'm afraid I don't know her name. If you're reading this, apologies) has said she wants more news of Fairfax, so here he is. He's a bit shy abot the frayed pink lead rope (he wanted a blue one) and the tatty headcollar, and would like to explain that neither item was his choice (they weren't mine, either. They came with him, like Paddington bear's duffle coat. And as I explained to him, if he's turned out in the field in this headcollar, it doesn't matter if it gets muddy. To which he replied, whose headcollar is it, anyway? And I said....oh, never mind).
Anyway, Fairfax is very well, thank you, although we could both have done without the low-flying helicopter and the paraglider and the Thing in the Hedge that we came across this morning, but we recovered (the photo was a Before photo. We didn't take an Afterwards one). He may speak for himself at some stage, but he's still thinking about it. Unlike Titch, he's not given to talking about himself, and he didn't have a Very Posh Father (in fact, he has no idea who his father was; or his mother come to that. His parentage, like his birthday, is cloaked in mystery).
Oh, but he's a pretty boy.
ReplyDeleteI think I'd be nervous about meeting a horse his size, but I may have improved around horses. We're just back from Iceland, where the horses are all huggable. What darlings they are. So do warn Fairfax that a crazy Canadian lady might come over there and try to hug him some day.
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Kay, he loves hugs, and you're very welcome, any time!
DeleteFairfax is very refined looking, no matter the mysteries of his parentage. Thank you for the update:)
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My pleasure, ER!
DeleteHe looks like a good solid lad; a hunter maybe?
ReplyDeleteMy neighbour's horses all come under that wonderful category of 'Old Nags'. Poor old things hardly ever see anyone (other than me), and just about survive on grass and air. When I was small we all went to Pony Club; sadly nothing like that exists over here!
He is a hunter,CM. my sharer hunts him, but I'm past that kind of risk-taking!
DeleteMe too; only hunted once, with The Old Surrey and Burstow.
DeleteHis parents must have been handsome.
ReplyDeleteWe like to think so, Patsy.
DeleteIt's funny, Frances, but I was wondering how Fairfax was getting on just yesterday! He's a very handsome boy and I bet no one even notices the pink rope x
ReplyDeleteTeresa, that rope really has seen better days. Fairfax has a point.
DeleteFairfax and The Thing in the Hedge - now that sounds mysterious, doesn't it!
ReplyDeleteMeike, horses are always seeing things in hedges. Excellent excuses to jump about and be silly.
DeleteIf Fairfax has your sense of humour, he'll soon be posting his own blog, and telling it from his side of the fence. Great post.
ReplyDeleteMaybe on day, Maggie. But yes. He does have a sense of humour.
DeleteFrances, he does look beautiful. I don't like horses but this one looks a poppet. I'm going to have to love them before the month is out. Both dogs know it is fun lunging one. They try and join in the fun. I pop the naughty horse back in it's loose box and my daft sister has a wee bit of rope across. The rope is at neck hight for me and the 'orse. Guess who comes of worst. Bloody things. I did used to like riding and would love a heavy horse/ light cross with enough brain to carry me, cameras and dogs. Clydesdale are bright for an 'orse. A Clydesdale would probably fit the bill but they are not that agile on a mountain. My sister is into posh, daft, kicking, biting and ultimately dog food horses.
ReplyDeleteYour sister is evidently into thoroughbreds, Adrian. A Clydesdale might be a bit on the large side. Mine would happily carry you plus any equipment and not even notice.
DeleteYours does look perfect but would he tolerate low flying jets and crisp packets. I was exercising a couple; the inside one was on a lead reign with ballast. It saw a fertilizer bag and leaped everywhere, how I stopped on top I can't recall. I was grateful to the artic driver not a metre behind for trashing a set of tyres and missing me.
DeleteBloody things.
PS. I'm a bloater at 14st. I would love an intelligent horse. My sister does vaulting for herself and Scotland and for the children. She does livery for those that can afford to pay. I do quite like it there. I am just a natural moaner.
DeleteSorry, Adrian. Only just seen your last two comments. Vaulting...that sounds interesting??
DeleteHe does look a handsome chap, Frances, even with the pink rope!
ReplyDeleteRosemary, he's gorgeous!
DeleteHe is one handsome fella.
ReplyDeleteHe'll be pleased with that, Colette.
DeleteHe's gorgeous enough to carry off the pink. What nice ears. I always like their ears and these look especially touchable.
ReplyDeleteHe has thoroughbred ears, Joanna!
DeleteHe's definitely got an imperious look about him.
ReplyDeleteIs that good or bad, GB?
DeleteGood from his point of view. Bad from mine if I was going to be riding him.
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