written by Jill Willis
As we traipsed over the land that was to become JaxTrax, I noticed that an area to the east seemed slightly mushier than everywhere else. Close examination of the grass showed a density of thin spiky grasses – kindling memories of Boy Scout hikes across Yorkshire Moors – and 5 minutes on Google Earth looking at a darker green patch than everywhere else confirmed my suspicions. We had some sort of a spring on our land! Continue reading →
One of the earliest dates I remember with my then husband to be, was supper at Est Est Est in Liverpool. Still very much getting to know each other, he set me a challenge by drawing 9 dots in a square on the paper tablecloth. He handed me the pen and said join up all the dots without going over any twice. So I did! He was pretty impressed and probably assumed that I was some smart lady that could think laterally. How wrong he was. I had simply seen it done before, and remembered! I knew that I had to get outside of that box to find the solution. Continue reading →
Nature intended and therefore equipped the horse not only to survive, but to thrive, without human intervention.
Is it natural for horses:
Horsey people gathered around the table to tuck into a heart-warming and well-earned feast. Exchange of polite conversation, amongst like-minded people, some of whom knew each other well and others like me, barely at all. A perfect opportunity to exchange horse stories, experiences etc. Or was it? Continue reading →
Willow was born on the moor in 2004.
Following inspection she was selected by Emma Wallace and prepared for the show ring, I believe with some success. Sadly I know little of this period in her life, nor do I have any photos.
“And if it doesn’t work out for you I will be happy to take him back.”
We mean well at the time, it is our farewell gesture as the animal we have nurtured is driven off into the distance to a new home. We don’t really expect to be put to the test now, do we? But if we are, what do we do? It is taking the responsibility of the animal in question to another dimension, n’est ce pas?” Cosmic Pluto” living over 1,000 miles away in the deepest countryside of centralFrance, through no fault of his own, put his breeder in this impossible predicament. Continue reading →