I have been riding horses since before I could walk, my mother would make a nest in the straw our Arabian stallion and put me in it when she was going to work, unconventual yes but for me horses are in my blood. At age 9 I was home alone but had the horses and dogs/cats/rabbits/chickens whilst Mum was away competing, I would feed, turn out, muck out. I know that it would not be normal now and I never did it with my daughter but, its the way I grew up and I was happy.
When I was 10 I was alone and started my periods which coinsided with getting chickenpox but I knew there were Dr Whites in the airing cupboard (you will have to be a certain age to understand), also one of our pure Arab mares became ill. I knew our vet wel, he lived next to my grandparents, he was very busy so it was 4am when he arrived. This beautiful and spirited mare was not fond of men and as she needed an IV injection it was a steep learning curve for me, mum was away for another 3 days so injections every 4 hrs and my girl got better.
That is a snippit of my back story, moving forward 3 degrees under my belt and other than study, horses were my life, my mother died 15yrs ago, father when I was a child.
So why the tears, I have some of the most exquisite sadles and bridles, they have been lovingly looked after, cleaned after every use and to buy them now would cost £1000's. I have jumping saddles, GPH, dressage, eventing and sidesaddles. Now I am not able to ride ever again I thought it was best for someone young to have the joy of owning genuine tack made by the top people in the industry.
I have cleaned it all every week since my accident, it is in immaculate condition, I was also giving show grade hats/jods size 6/8 and side saddle attire. The offer from a person tonight was "50 quid for the lot, take it or leave it but I know where you live",
All I can say is "Thank god for the 40Kg of testostrone and muscle", that lives here. I have also informed my neigbours. Coming to terms with never riding again is hard but this has crushed me. Sorry to go on but I needed to get it out, Dot Xx