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13/10/2026

03/10/2026

🐴📞 HORSE SHOPPING IN THE 90s WAS NOT FOR THE FAINT-HEARTED.

Forget 47 videos on WhatsApp.

Forget slow-mo trot-ups, full veterinary history, X-rays, drone footage and a professionally edited montage of Dobbin hacking past a tractor.

You got THIS. 😂

A tiny, slightly blurry photo in the back of a magazine and approximately six lines to decide whether you were about to meet your dream horse or spend three hours driving across Britain to view an absolute lunatic.

And the descriptions were magnificent.

“Safe but bold.”
“Outstanding temperament.”
“Would suit novice.”
“Good in traffic etc.”

ETC?! 😭

Then came the big moment…

☎️ RINGING THE LANDLINE.

No Messenger.
No WhatsApp.
No casually sending a text at 11pm asking “Hi hun, is he still available? xx”

You had to actually PHONE A STRANGER.

And if nobody answered?

That was it.

You waited.

Possibly staring at the phone willing them to ring back while simultaneously praying someone else hadn’t bought him.

There was no asking:

“Any more pics?”
“Can you send a video in all three paces?”
“Any jumping videos?”
“Can I see him hacking alone?”
“Can you send one without tack?”
“Can you video him loading?”

😂😂😂

THERE WERE NO MORE PICS.

That grainy 4cm photograph WAS the media package.

And possibly the most exciting bit of all…

Waiting for the next week’s adverts.

You couldn’t refresh the page every 14 seconds looking for newly listed horses.

You waited for the next magazine to physically appear and then flicked straight to the classifieds to see what had arrived.

And just look at the prices in this one… 👀

£2,500.
£3,000.
£3,500.

Although somebody was feeling particularly optimistic with the £6,000 dressage prospect. 😂

Horse shopping required patience, a landline and an extraordinary amount of faith in one tiny photograph.

90s horse people — surely we’re not the only ones who remember studying these adverts like they were the Argos catalogue at Christmas? 🐴☎️❤️

Horsey unfiltered Follow for more horsey memories you’d forgotten you remembered.

29/09/2026

This is so distressing to watch. 😥
If your horse doesn’t want you to catch it, YOU are the problem, period!

16/09/2026

28/08/2026

Healing an injured horse sometimes required addressing far more than physical wounds alone. Genuine recovery often meant helping an animal work through fear left behind by a frightening experience.

Among the Northern Cheyenne, skilled horse healers understood that psychological trust needed to be rebuilt alongside physical treatment, particularly following traumatic events like severe weather that left lasting anxiety in an otherwise calm animal. This combination of practical herbal knowledge and deep patience reflected a holistic understanding of healing extending well beyond simple physical treatment.

This particular approach reveals a level of understanding about animal psychology that feels remarkably advanced for the time period it reflects. What do you think it took to successfully help an animal work through both physical injury and lingering fear simultaneously

17/08/2026

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👑 Rest in Peace, Queen of the Ring Caroline Bradley 🐎💔

Some legends win trophies.
Some legends win hearts.
And then there are those rare souls who become part of the history of their sport forever.

Caroline Frances Bradley was one of them.

Born in Oxford in 1946, Caroline rose through the world of showjumping with a quiet determination, extraordinary talent, and an almost magical understanding of horses. In an era dominated by men, she didn’t ask for a place at the top she earned it.

In 1974, she made history by becoming the first woman to win the Puissance at the Horse of the Year Show. That single victory was more than a trophy. It was a statement.

She went on to represent Great Britain on the world stage, winning team gold at the 1978 World Championships in Aachen and the 1979 European Championships in Rotterdam with her legendary partner, Tigre. She conquered Hickstead, won the Queen Elizabeth II Cup twice, and even claimed the famous Hamburg Derby.

But Caroline’s greatest gift may have been something no trophy could measure her eye for a great horse.

Among the horses she discovered was a young grey gelding named Marius Silver Jubilee, who would become the legendary Milton. Caroline believed in him before the world knew his name. She once told her parents that he would one day be her Olympic horse.

Sadly, she never got that chance.

💔 On June 1, 1983, at just 37 years old, Caroline collapsed after completing her first round at the Suffolk Show. She could not be revived.

The world of showjumping lost a remarkable horsewoman that day.

But it did not lose her legacy.

Her courage opened doors for women.
Her horsemanship inspired generations.
Her love for horses became part of the sport’s history.

And perhaps the most heartbreaking part of her story is knowing that the horse she believed in so deeply Milton would later become one of showjumping’s greatest stars.

Caroline’s life was far too short, but what she accomplished in those 37 years was extraordinary.

She didn’t simply ride horses.

She understood them. She trusted them. She believed in them. And they believed in her. 🐎❤️

Today, decades later, her name still deserves to be spoken with admiration.

Rest in peace, Caroline Bradley.
Rest in peace, Queen of the Ring. 👑

Your reign may have ended in 1983,
but your legend never will. 🕊️🐴

11/08/2026

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