Me with Blas and Murphy
Me with Blas and Murphy
I've been so lucky to have had horses in my life since the 1960's. Sounds like forever ago now, but the older I get the quicker time seems to pass. It still seems like yesterday that I was a young teen galloping mad ponies bareback with just a headcollar. I definitely couldn't - wouldn't - do that now; don't think my heart rate would cope ...
Since those happy days I've watched modern progress change the horse world beyond all recognition, with chemically-driven agriculture leading to technological feed breakthroughs, and management techniques the likes that had never previously been witnessed, or even concieved, back then.
For me, it was only when my horse world started to go horribly wrong in the mid-2000's that I had a massive wake-up call, and ran at top-speed back to a more natural ideal and methodology.
. . . back in the 1960's when mum took me for my first riding lesson as a child. I was so lucky to spend my early childhood in the beautiful Surrey Hills countryside with its magnificent never-ending Crown Estate forest and hills to play in. It's no wonder that I became a committed tomboy - nature was my world. My early childhood was literally spent outdoors playing cowboys and indians, climbing trees and taking off into the woods to make camps with my brother.
My poor mother had tried every girlie hobby for me to make something stick. Swimming, dull; ballet - way too girly. I kept saying 'Ponies!', but she kept resisting, and it wasn't until many years later that I learned she was allergic to pets and pollens so needed to avoid ponies at all costs.
As a Last Chance option she enlisted me in the local Brownies, which I actually quite enjoyed but 'White Horses' was on TV at the same time - anyone remember that? So I sulked and Brownies came to an abrupt end. (Click here for a 'White Horses' blast from the past).
Eventually mum stoically gave in. On a lovely summer's day, aged 7, I was introduced to Wichy, a beautiful white Connemara Princess-Pony, with a long flowing mane, a coat soft as cashmere and soothing warm breath. My heart melted; she was my real life 'White Horses' white horse. I can still remember every second of that day as if it was yesterday.
From then on I never looked back. I became the typical pony-mad kid, spending every spare moment from the age of 11 helping out at that same riding school, which just happened to by run by one of today's most esteemed equestrian families, Marion and Peter Larrigan and their daughter Tanya, an Olympic junior team-member and one of Britain's leading international dressage riders and classical trainers. Talk about lucky.
By the mid 1970's and now aged 16, I became a live-in Working Pupil with the Larrigans to train for the 1-Year BHSAI exam and became Tanya's groom. I didn't only just learn the syllabus from them though; the Larrigans were very unique communicators with their horses; with them it wasn't about control or dominance that we sadly see so often today.
The Larrigans had a genuine respect for their horses; they were their friends, their partners, their team-players, yet very much with an appreciation that they were also horses. There was always a lot of 'play' - you only have to see Tanya's 'Magic of the Horse' and 'Mini-Marvel' shows to witness the amazing relationships she has today with her horses. You don't achieve partnerships like that through dominance.
Once out in the big world and thanks to the Larrigans, it wasn't hard for me to lean towards what is now generically known as 'natural horsemanship'. As the 'natural' concept grew over the years, I dipped in and out until I found my own natural direction. How I tumbled into EquiNatural, however, was quite by chance.
. . . I'm in my 50th year, and for the last couple of years I've watched, helpless, as my beautiful herd of horses have metabolically crashed in front of me.
But first, let me introduce Kelso, a truly charming, beautifully bred, elderly former show cob, whom we'd originally met a couple of years previously via our trainer. (Trainer?! Me needing a trainer?! Aha, read on ...)
In August 2006, Kelso joined our family as my husband's horse. We knew Kelso well as we'd fostered him for 6-months when our trainer had previously been unwell. We also knew he came with baggage - 'Allergy' was his middle name. He had chronic sweet-itch with deep-rooted habitual red-raw scratching. He was also a serious head-shaker, but I was perfectly happy to manage this with the usual paraphernalia of fly rugs and face masks.
However, he also came to us with brittle, crumbling hooves and a worrying hacking cough which, for August, was unusual (the now well-recognised seasonal pollen allergy response hadn't been acknowledged back then). The only respiratory term banded around then was COPD, which as far as everyone knew only related to winter.
Within a week of Kelso coming to live with us, his cough got progressively worse, and he was now wheezing so badly, with such extreme heave lines and nostril flare that he literally couldn't get his breath to walk. Kelso's respiratory system seemed to be in meltdown. The vet diagnosed secondary chest infection, and he was prescribed bute, antibiotics and Ventipulmin.
Two weeks later and Kelso was no better; in fact he was significantly worse, so he was prescribed a further 2-weeks' worth of hard-core meds. They didn't work either.
After a month of veterinary drug intervention Kelso was now in a critical state. Having banked £1500 of my cash (which nearly bankrupted me - I mean, who the heck has that much just lying around? And no, his insurance was invalidated but that's another *!bleep!* story), the vet suggested glibly that as Kelso was an old chap, it would be best to have him put to sleep. Old? He was only 17!
Having gone through the wringer of every desperate emotion, I now turned into a fire-breathing dragon-woman, spitting with anger. Flatly refusing to accept the vets' prognosis, and with my instincts screaming at me that the vet had got it all wrong, I did what any educated, self-sufficient woman on a mission to get her horse healthy again would do. I raced home and hit the World Wide Web.
I was clutching at straws, I knew that, but I had this mad idea that maybe herbs could help our big man. I hit the online herbal medica, and lost sleep researching every herby web page I could find. Finally, in the small hours, I'd put together a list of alleged bronchial-busting blend of respiratory herbs that said they could fix Kelso.
I bought the lot, mixed it together, gave him a double dose for breakfast, crossed everything I had to cross, and waited.
Kelso's response was astonishing - if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I would never have believed it. Within 48 hours, his nostril flare and wheezing were significantly reduced. By Day-3 his wheezing had stopped and his eyes were bright again. Within 5 days his heaving had completely stopped and he was able to step out from his stable, so we were able to turn him back out with our other horses. Within 2-weeks we took him out for a gentle walk on the flat. Kelso not only survived, but thrived for several more years.
The stress of watching Kelso struggle - and worsen - for a full, long, month, had turned me into an almighty angry, middle-aged woman. Kelso had been through hell and back, yet the vet's brief 5-minute attendances and supposed professional skills gave us nothing more than repeated scripts of stuff that not only hadn't worked, but had made Kelso sicker.
I felt betrayed, and with no confidence in our vet, especially considering a bit of research on my part and a simple blend of herbs had not only given Kelso immediate symptomatic relief but got him completely better within days, and at a fraction of the cost as well.
Life went back to normal for me and my horses. Then, as we headed into winter a few months later, a yardie pal had a COPD horse who was not responding to Ventipulmin. She asked if I could put together some 'Kelso Herbs' for her, so of course I did. A couple of days later, her horse was much improved.
Soon I was bagging up more and more bundles of Kelso Herbs, and as people kept asking, someone casually said I should think about selling them on Ebay. Blimey - really? So I thought about it, convinced that there was something in this herby stuff. I didn't know a huge lot about them, but I could learn couldn't I? Inspired and determined, I started swatting and by December 2007 I had an Ebay page alongside my full-time job. Kelso's Herbs were given a new name, BreathePlus, so named because those herbs had literally got Kelso breathing again.
The Ebay page took off, and a month later, by end January 2008, I had a website. Thanks to Kelso, my life was starting to change. The learning, however, had only just begun.
From the Surrey Hills for my childhood, to the South Downs as an adult - it didn't get much better than that for trail riding. Then, early 2000's, me and my Connemara, Murphy, moved to Wiltshire, where the newly acquired husband and I found 7-acres of (what we thought were) perfect grazing - unkempt, overgrown, unfertilised - and private!
Right on the edge of Salisbury Plain, we were tucked underneath the White Horse of Westbury, with sweeping landscape surrounded by miles of agri-crops and heady yellow rapeseed. The only blot on the landscape was a concrete factory a couple of miles west of us with a huge eye-sore chimney that belched out its smoke cloud over us when we had a westerly wind, which was most days. We always knew when we had the westerlies as the air smelt of kids cap-guns.
Within 6 months we started to notice small changes in our horses. They became lethargic and generally out of sorts. Bromley, my husband’s once-sweet New Forest cob, became positively evil; he bit, kicked, rear-ended and started refusing to leave the yard. He threw the nastiest naps imaginable, many of them on the main roads just when an articulated truck was going by. It wasn’t long before we were referring to him as ‘dangerous’. When my husband finally ended up with several cracked ribs and a fractured jaw, he threw in the towel – understandably.
As for Dinky, our daughter’s second pony, he literally crashed overnight with unexpected laminitis. Meanwhile, Murphy's gut went into overdrive, regularly colic-y, projectile water droppings, and pounding pulses. It wasn't long before he soon acquired lots of labels - EMS, IR, LGL, and mega-spooky. My beautiful, calm, laid-back sociable boy changed to bordering on wide-eyed psychotic, and he frankly started to scare me when riding out.
Our once-gentle herd had partnered with the Devil within months of moving. At the time I was clueless - if only I'd known then what I know now, but back then all I could see were the symptoms. I just couldn't understand what was going on. We spent a fortune on every specialist we could find; backs, teeth, saddles, bodyworkers, but nothing changed. Eventually tunnel-vision set in - I couldn't even think within the box, let alone outside of it. Finally, all I could think of was to get a trainer on board to try and out-school these 'attitudes' that Bromley and Murf had developed. This was tough for me; after all, I'm a qualified instructor, trained with the Larrigan's, and here I was feeling like a novice and ringing round for a trainer.
Meanwhile, I started making pretty much every excuse not to ride. Knowing what I know now, especially as until we retired I rode out bitless on the buckle, when I think back to those days of forcing Murf against his will in the school, when all the time he was brainfogged with deep systemic discomfort and I wasn't listening, I am still mortified with guilt. I think he's forgiven me. I hope he's forgiven me ...
'A remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection'
Without question, Kelso's illness was the start of my starting to question - and demanding - answers for what was going on in my horse world. Him getting seriously ill got me studying again, which effected profound changes in the way I kept my horses.
That same summer that Kelso came to live with us, we also moved house to be nearer husband's daughter's new school. We swapped to the Somerset side of Salisbury Plain, a very different landscape of dairy and sheep, with not a crop in sight. Within a few months, I noticed that our horses were becoming more like their old selves again - Murphy was laid back again, seemingly happy to be with me and his gut seemed much more settled.
It was now time to address Kelso's crumbling hooves. His hooves were in a dreadful state and he was tripping constantly, unable to keep a shoe on. I decided to scratch my itch and started researching the possibility of taking him barefoot. 2007 was still early days in barefoot-ville with very little information around, so I hit the search engines and by sheer chance found a forum, the UKNHCP, full of advice and support from people who'd taken the barefoot plunge. Not so much out of whimsical desire - only a fool would do so back then as 'barefoot' was a very dirty word, pronounced 'cruel' in mainstream, unenlightened horse-world.
As we soon learned, the mainstream world weren't appreciating that the reason people were turning to barefoot was because they were literally in Last-Chance-Corrall. Alongside brittle, cracked hooves, the 'navicular' word kept cropping up and many horses were crippled with it. The owners were desperate - it was a case of trying barefoot or it was PTS.
The forum was run by Nic Barker of Rockley Farm, a small hill-farm located in Exmoor National Park, specialising in rehabilitation for horses with hoof-related lameness by taking the shoes off. Invaluable for barefoot advice, I learned early on from the forum that diet and enviroment were two key factors. I started becoming aware of the chemical treatments used on ingredients in feedbags, which led me to learn more about the risks of metabolic effect due to toxic overload in our horses systems.
As everyone on the forum was doing, I promptly dumped the shiny feedbags and stripped my horses' feed back to a more natural forage-based feedbowl. Track systems became the buzzword to keep horses off grass, which as we all know affects the hooves, so I put up a track system in my field to enable natural and constant movement for my horses. Kelso's hooves made a miraculous recovery.
On the strength of Kelso's success, I took all my horses barefoot. Happy that we seemed to be heading back to the good old days, I put the positive changes down to going barefoot, better feed and the novel track system. It seemed that everything was coming together. However, the final part of the jigsaw was about to reveal itself when I started talking with another horse owner who had also, like us, watched their herd metabolically crash after moving.
The only factor they could pinpoint was that they’d chemically sprayed their own fields for the first time. They also noticed they could taste chemicals in the air when the local farmland was sprayed and the air drifted over their property. Funny - just like us back in Wiltshire.
Suddenly everything started making sense. Our previous home had slowly been damaging every fibre of my horses' systems, due to chemical exposure from the factory chimney and local crop spraying with fertilisers and the full buffet of the 'ides' - pesticides, fungicides and herbicides, alongside the chimney dropping its sulphur cloud onto our grazing land. I remembered reading the Letters page in the local paper from angry locals demanding answers weekly from the Environment Agency, and gradually I started to understand.
This was a major turning point for me. I now realised the importance of 'environment' as a whole - it wasn't just about having a nice field and a stress-free yard for my horses to live in; it was also very much about the environment as in the air and the water.
Thanks to a series of co-incidences, I'd finally found the answers to my horses' mystery syndrome. Getting chemicals out of my horses' environment was key, and thanks to going barefoot, I'd also learned some eye-opening facts about the chemical processes on packaged feeds. With the growing body of evidence I was building from my somewhat obsessive research, together with natural phytonutrient support, I had a fair idea of the direction I needed to take to ensure my horses never experienced such devastating effects on their health again.
I've since completed several training programmes, including:
Not to mention all my beautiful horses who have given me the opportunity to extensively research the subjects of laminitis, both dietary and metabolic, PPID, gut health, and the importance of detoxing.
However, I'll be the first to put my hand in the air and say I'm no qualified nutritionist or vet, nor am I here to replace professional veterinary and/or medical advice. For me it's all about keeping an open mind, with a foot in both conventional and natural camps, and knowing when to use what. At heart I'm still that pony-mad kid - I'm just a normal person speaking with people just like me, who have found me because they're struggling with their horse's health. I don't consider myself an expert in any kind of way, but if I can help another horse owner help their horse, this is what it's all about for me.
My life's overriding passion are my horses - all animals, come to that. Our previous livery home had alpacas, Billy the goat who was everyone's best friend, sheep, cows (including Rowan, the friendly bull), hundreds of chickens, many of whom were ex-battery rescues, several guinea-fowl (one of my own hens sat on a guinea egg and hatched a gorgeous fluffy girl), peacocks, geese, ducks ... plus several adorable dogs and cats. As I type, two of the dogs are now curled up on my very chewed-to-bits office sofa after a fun-run doing the yard chores.
Horses have always been my first love though; over the years I've watched my own horses grow and interact within their environment, with as natural a lifestyle as I've been able to provide for them always at the forefront of my desire for them. Each one of them has been responsible for many of the blends that we’ve put together under the EquiNatural banner, and they in return have told me over the years whether I've got it right or not. Without doubt, my horses have been, and will continue to be, my greatest teachers.
Murphy is my beloved Connemara, who came to me aged 7 in 2001 - I can't believe he's now in his mid-20's and living the Life of Riley in semi-retirement.
I met Murf at the West Sussex Horse Rescue, following the wonderful care he received from the sanctuary after his journey from Ireland (another grim story). He is my absolute heart-horse, having given me years of trail-riding and XC fun, always with an edge to keep things interesting.
However, he is my most metabolically challenged. Diagnosed IR at aged 7, with a very sensitive gut, he's also my most challenging for barefoot hoof soundness.
Murf is wholly responsible for the creation of our MetaTonic and gut blends.
Carmen started her life as a prospective racer, beautifully bred to fly and win. However, she was born with a twisted left fore hoof and allegedly she was discarded to life as a brood mare and passed from home to home. She was not well-looked after - despite now looking amazing, she still bears deep whip scars. By pure chance she crossed my path when, typically for me, I was neither looking for, nor needed, another horse.
Next to our beautiful Blas (husband's former TB, see below), Carmen is as near-human a horse that I've ever met; super-clever, thoughtful, sensitive, communicative, and very ladylike. Not a hint of Diva, but she'll let us know her opinion very clearly. I adore her and I consider myself very lucky to have her. Even though she's officially 2/10 lame, she doesn't agree. She's a wonderful trail-ride, the sweetest ride in bitless and barefoot.
Carms has one heck of a story - see our Case Studies page : Carmen. She initiated our BioCARE and helped expand our joints section.
When daughter was ready for her 3rd pony, we found Cookie in a trekking centre back in 2006 aged 6, covered in lice with matted mane and tail and shoes hanging off.
It was love at first sight and once we got her home we soon realised that OhBoy could she jump. It was a match made in heaven - daughter and Cookie whizzed round the junior XC circuits, with Cookie clearing the 2'9" with a foot to spare.
Summer grass management is essential for her. She gets itchy eyes during heavy summer pollens, and straw beds instantly congest her respiratory system. She's also now PPID; as soon as we saw the signs back in summer 2014, we got her on our CushTonic blend, and within a month she was back to her former cheery self and hasn't looked back.
Cookie also initiated our EyeTonic blend.
Mac, affectionately known as MacAttack, joined our herd in November 2017. Like Carmen, it was never meant to happen; just right place right time.
When we moved house earlier in 2017, this meant a yard move too. Mac was in the field next to our new one. He had chronic sweet itch - one look at him and that was it -there was something about the boy - I couldn't walk away from him. I asked the YO if I could help him.
All we know about Mac is that he was around 15-ish old, abandoned by a former livery 4-yrs previously. Two unsuccessful rehoming attempts later by the YO, he ended up staying as a pasture pet with one of their retired ponies. This this was the Mac I met; one free-range chap who would come up to the fence to say hello.
He's a proper thug and biter, all teeth bared, and with no concept of personal space. However, he's curious and inquisitive and there's just something about him. He looks like an overgrown Exmoor cross, and solid as a rhino. For those of you that know me, you’ll know I have a thing for Exmoors. Fate stepping in again ...
Together that first year, me and Mac fought hard, and eventually won, his sweet itch battle with numerous rugs (as he kept trashing them), a complete change of diet, our herbal SkinTonic and lashings of what became our SwItchGel.
Mac’s now officially mine and very much part of our herd. He's utterly devoted to Carmen and follows her around like a puppy.
(Official name Dryblas, a Polish term of endearment for 'lissom/leggy')
Blas coming into our life was unexpected; cobs are my type of horse so to own a TB was special enough, but then we discovered his lineage which was a revelation.
I bought Blas on spec, aged 17, never having met him, but it was a desperate story. A friend of a friend had lost her job; unable to pay her livery the yard were threatening to sell him. My friend contacted me and asked if I was interested, vouching for his impeccable self. I didn't hesitate, and Blas came to live with us one freezing February day in 2007.
She was right; Blas was an absolute gentleman and a fantastic ride, faster than anything I'd ever experienced. His passport showed he was a Polish Anglo-Arab, starting his life on a Polish stud in 1992, with an eventing history but with us he loved nothing more than a trail ride.
One day husband decided to trace his ancestry and was astonished to discover Blas had a direct line, via his dam, to the legend that is Man O'War. Man O'War sired War Relic (1938), who sired Relic (1945), who sired Antiquarian (1961), who sired Saroyan (1970), who sired his dam, Drynda (1980). No wonder he was so flipping fast!
A few years on and a dressage friend urgently needed a replacement horse for a competition as hers was lame. We lent her Blas, and watched in awe as he performed his amazing tricks and flicks. A new partnership was born, and we eventually gifted him to her.
Blas's son, Egzemus, still competes as we speak, and he's the image of his father. There are few days when I don't remember our amazing time with the beautiful Blas.
Aka Big-K, Kelso was my husband's ride, a truly wonderful elderly gent and our herd-leader. A gentle giant, Kelso was one of the kindest chaps you could ever hope to meet.
Kelso was also the reason I started EquiNatural. He was entirely responsible for our very first herbal blend, BreathePlus, and our original barefoot hoof blend, our BareEssential, which then morphed into our EquiVita mineral balancer range. Due to his chronic sweet-itch, he also instigated our SkinTonic blend.
Kelso was also chief test-pilot for many of our other blends, including our Joint and Senior blends.
Kelso was my hero, the most stoic horse I've ever met while enduring genuine suffering without a complaint - I'm completely indepted to him. Thanks to Kelso we've been able to help so many horses over the years, and hopefully will continue for many more years to come.