All the boys had riding lessons when they were small and one of them, Henry was quite keen.Įventually my daughter started horse riding and when she was about 7 started making noises about “ Could she have a pony?” I was more than happy with the once a week riding lessons and remembered the ponies we had had as children and how it was always the bane of my parents lives trying to find someone to look after them if we went on holiday and as we got older and perhaps weren’t always enamoured with 6am starts to muck out. I built my life in Essex and married Matt and had Elliott and Anna along with Hayden and Henry who were all growing up. She had a daughter who would in turn ride Megan and have the best years of her life taking her to shows and Pony Club and finding Megans inner show jumper ( which is what she truly believed she was.) So I made the decision to return to Essex with my two boys and dog and left Megan in the care of my friend who kept Shire Horses.
So Megan was collected in a cattle trailer and lived in the field behind the house with my very small flock of sheep. I had a good knowledge of horses and I had a small boy, Hayden, who I reasoned would love to learn to ride. Somehow, and I cannot remember how now it was suggested she came and lived at the farm. They kept her for about a year while they tried to find out who she belonged to and she ate all their marigolds….įinally a Shetland pony in the garden was not as much fun as it may have first seemed and these well meaning people reasoned she would make a lovely pony for a child. Megan had been found living in someones garden apparently abandoned there. I had been involved with horses since I was 7 years old and had recently completed my NCMH and AI at Duchy College in Cornwall which are both horse qualifications. I had two very small boys, Hayden and Henry who were about 2 and 6 months old. She came into my life in 1997 when I lived in Cornwall on a farm. The story of Megan the escape artist Shetland Pony aged roughly 28 years.
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