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.ReplyDelete
I 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.
Kay, he loves hugs, and you're very welcome, any time!Delete
Fairfax is very refined looking, no matter the mysteries of his parentage. Thank you for the update:)ReplyDelete
My pleasure, ER!Delete
He looks like a good solid lad; a hunter maybe?ReplyDelete
My 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!Delete
Me too; only hunted once, with The Old Surrey and Burstow.Delete
His parents must have been handsome.ReplyDelete
We like to think so, Patsy.Delete
It'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 xReplyDelete
Teresa, that rope really has seen better days. Fairfax has a point.Delete
Fairfax and The Thing in the Hedge - now that sounds mysterious, doesn't it!ReplyDelete
Meike, horses are always seeing things in hedges. Excellent excuses to jump about and be silly.Delete
If 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.ReplyDelete
Maybe on day, Maggie. But yes. He does have a sense of humour.Delete
Frances, 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.ReplyDelete
Your 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.Delete
Yours 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.Delete
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.Delete
Sorry, Adrian. Only just seen your last two comments. Vaulting...that sounds interesting??Delete
He does look a handsome chap, Frances, even with the pink rope!ReplyDelete
Rosemary, he's gorgeous!Delete
He is one handsome fella.ReplyDelete
He'll be pleased with that, Colette.Delete
He's gorgeous enough to carry off the pink. What nice ears. I always like their ears and these look especially touchable.ReplyDelete
He has thoroughbred ears, Joanna!Delete
He's definitely got an imperious look about him.ReplyDelete
Is that good or bad, GB?Delete
Good from his point of view. Bad from mine if I was going to be riding him.Delete