Around 1991 we decided we would get us some horses.... Both being too lazy to walk, it seemed a good thing to do. That way we could explore the gorgeous countryside around here on horseback.
Our claim to horseriding fame consists of me havingthe odd lesson at age 15, and Allan who managed tostay on a zebra at a circus for 3 whole minutes!!! Ofcourse there is his great-uncle, according to family history he was a rodeo rider in America and had broken every bone in his body at least once…. So we went looking for some, really really tame horses even we could sit on, and what happened?
We arrived at the Camargue horse-breeding farm and we did not choose the horses: they choose us!! Now Camargues are a tough and very ancient breed, left to fend for themselves grazing in the desolate Camargue area of France. Tame is the last thing they are! A muddy freckle faced horse called Temps followed Allan around the horse-breeders placeleaving the herd to do so. 'Ah oui!!' said Claude, the friendly lady who owned the farm, 'There is an Arab saying; if you find a horse with freckles... buy him. If you can't buy him, steal him!!' And a little dark-grey colt followed me around. So guess what? We accepted the horses choice and a few weeks later we went to collect Temps and little Alaric.
They were kept waiting for their collection in the garden of Claude And guess what: silly Alaric managed to fall into her swimming pool just as we arrived to fetch him home! It had never happened before or since. So Claude, Allan, a trainer and I had to lift the little colt out of the pool onto dry land. Ever lifted a horse out of a pool?? Not funny!!!
Wild West HERE WE COME..........Bucking, rearing little Alaric and Temps. But are those horses happy!!! They have acres and acres of space to roam in, and a little shelter theygo in and out as they please.The service is no better in the Hilton. Breakfast of hay anbarley, dinner, lots of love , attention and fun.
And just very very recently they have actually let us ride them a little bit, with the help of David, our marvelous French horsetrainer.