I began riding at 3 years old. At 14, my tortured parents finally gave into my annual pleads for a pony at the top of my Christmas list. Not quite a pony though, my first journey into ownership was in the form of a 17.2hh, 25 year old Westphalien gelding. Sadly, this partnership was quite short lived and I lost him at 28 after he sustained a kick in the field which resulted in a shattered hock.

By this time, I had already acquired two more horses. The first, a very unsuitable 4 year old chestnut mare with an incredible (but raw) talent for showjumping. The second, an 11 year old Oldenburg mare who had been jumping 1 metre 40 courses in Germany but came to us rather cheaply due to being somewhat sharp. In the first year with the 4 year old, Im pretty sure I fell off her nearly everyday before we started to click. To her, I owe my stickability 😉 The second mare, again this partnership was far too short lived and I lost her after just 8 months (indeed this was only 6 months after I lost my first horse), due to a nasty and inoperable bout of colic.

After losing two horses in a 6 month period at a rather young age, there was a slight gap before the next two… although they came along rather quickly. The first was a 16hh welsh cob x hannoverian gelding who was built like a tank and had an attitude to match. He wasn’t bought for me to jump, but rather stayed in training with a local BSJA rider and I got my first glimpses of life as a groom. The second gelding showed up on the yard I was liverying at on the back of a local dealers box. He was a very poor looking spotty horse of pretty unknown breeding. His head looked too big for his body and he was clearly very young. He did, however, have the most beautiful markings being a tri-coloured leopard spot with black spots on his legs and brown on his body.

This little spotty horse was who introduced me to dressage, my future passion. He turned out to be the most amazing little horse. He had a beautiful jump, very correct paces and, most notably, an amazingly trainable personality. Through the guidance of my trainer at that time (a classically trained local lady), I produced him to medium level dressage and to this day, Im probably still most proud of him. I sold him when I first moved abroad at the age of 21 and sadly, he also broke his leg in the field in 2006 and was put to sleep at just 10 years old.

Over the years, two other horses graced me with their presence. One was a beautiful Dutch warmblood who had been extremely over produced in Holland and then exported to the UK as a very broken down horse. Dubbed a failure in the show jumping world (he’d been pushed to jumping 1 metre 50s at 4 years old and eventually lost his confidence), he came to me as a dressage prospect and was a very flashy looking chestnut boy. He also left me when I first emigrated and is still living with a friend of mine in the UK; sadly, he’s been plagued with health problems and at the age of 11, is virtually retired. The second, was a strange looking Appaloosa – Hackney cross mare with who I did very little before selling her on.

I took a break from horses from around 21 years old to 23 while I lived abroad. My fiance and myself returned to the UK in 2003 and I started to get back into the horsey scene. In the September of 2003, Jack came into my life. Jack is working to and has competed at PSG level dressage. He was brought on by one of the UK young riders as a bit of a project (initially bought for her mum but proved too much of a handful). He came to me as a school master and he’s certainly filled that role. I’ve arguably learned more from him in the last few years than I learned collectively from my others; purely because he has been trained so correctly that I need to also ride very correctly.

In April 2007, my fiance and myself returned to Denmark to settle and we took Jack with us and the training (and learning) continues.