.........and discuss it with a stallion!!!

I'm 'ere again! (s'posed to be working!) just seen the pics of the transformation in your horse Helena! WOW!

I'd forgotten that one.

Beautiful, and that horse looks pretty good too

Lovely photos Jenny, the one of you on your jumping pony (Looking 'grumpy') made me think of Marianne Faithful when she first started singing.

Oh how much I agree with you on that, with me when I fell off (which I did often ) there was this huge Scots Army sargent who would shout across to me "Get back on that b****y horse, what do you think you're b****y well doing" I'm sure he thought I was in the Army

My parents would drop me and my brother of at the stables and pick us up in the early evening, they knew it was run by the Army and that made it safe in their eyes, but we used to get up to few tricks with the grooms and even take the horses out for long rides with oneof them.

Little Pollys Pantry what a super name, I love it You do look very smart on that horse Helena, there's something special about a girl in jodphurs and riding hat, a bit like uniforms

Yes it is, (A lot of Dogsey dogs are also Harvey ) Losos is also my real surname, well the English translation is, I'll leave it to you to work that one out

From memory I think all the horses in the Army stables were Arabs, certainly Askin (The one I am jumping) was an Arab gelding. Terrific stamina and often a bit of a handful, but wonderful horses.

Yes we had some of those at the stables but as I recall we were not allowed to ride them.

I've really enjoyed looking at all your photos, thank you all.

Well, we all know how to keep Harvey happy now........just throw in the odd photo of one of us in riding boots and any grumpiness will vanish in a trice

Have you noticed how absolutely everyone is riding stallions these days? Soooo many showjumpers. Is it ever worth it I wonder, all that temperament and stroppiness.......goodness only knows how the riders cope if there is a mare in season around.

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Lovely photos Jenny, the one of you on your jumping pony (Looking 'grumpy') made me think of Marianne Faithful when she first started singing.
I think I was going through a stage that it wasn't 'cool' to smile.

My parents would drop me and my brother of at the stables and pick us up in the early evening, they knew it was run by the Army and that made it safe in their eyes, but we used to get up to few tricks with the grooms and even take the horses out for long rides with oneof them.
Those were the days - and wasn't it wonderful to be 'free' of parental guidance and just to do what you wanted. I loved it and to have your own prersonal transport (via horse) was liberating.

You could go where you want and disappear for the day and no one bothered, as long as you were back for tea
We had such a lot of freedom compared to the children of today, I was catching buses to the matinee on a Saturday from a very early age (there were a few of us) or we used to walk back and spend the 3d bus fare. Such very happy times eh?

I remember going to Saturday afternoon pictures too, and there were also a few of us, but we used to have a whip round for one of us to go through and pay, whilst the others nipped round the back to the ladies loo and whoever had paid to get in would go and let us lot in through the back door There started my mis-spent youth!

Oh Happy Days!!! the ice cream lady, the 3 Stooges, Old Mother Riley, all good clean fun though and no one got hurt, well nothing to tell our parents about anyway