04/06/2026
A bit about me.
Some people are born into the horse world.
Others get drawn in at first exposure, like a remembering, despite having little understanding, and nothing but an overwhelming desire to be with horses.
And their mums don’t know anything! So they buy an unborn foal because it’s a horse she can afford! 😂 No, don’t be silly! Ummm, yeah!
So, without me knowing anything, a week before my 8th birthday, I get called up to sit behind this beautiful grey thoroughbred mare, Carly, while my first horse was born into my waiting arms. They let me name her! I didn’t know why! I called her Sunshine because of the way the sunlight was shining through the eucalypts we were under, on the nature strip on a back road in Meeniyan. I’ll never forget it.
“Now, see the nose there? Just lift that off there, yes, there’s a nose.”
She was still, only for a second and then movement and all of a sudden, a whole horse was there, with her head on my lap, legs pushing through the white sack.
About a week later, the morning of my 8th birthday, I was blindfolded and taken outside on a drizzly January day. I knew it was a horse but when I took the blindfold off and saw Carly (the mare) and Sunshine there, I had to ask, which one is mine?
Sunshine!
Oh my God.
So then I spent the next 6 months, wooing my foal within a herd of 6 mares with their foals and a pony stallion (Sylvester Stallone). That experience taught me more about horses than any human could, ever. It turned out to be the best craziest decision my Mum ever made.
This photo is us at about 8 months old. We used to walk everywhere for the first couple of years. Often with my sister and her goat beside us.
This is the first horse I trained (though we don’t call it that). I broke her in myself and was out riding the roads of South Gippsland whenever there was daylight and no school 😂 she taught me how to. We had so much fun.
My love for herds hasn’t diminished. I ended up becoming a horse midwife for a while, probably as a direct result of this experience, first undertaking a 2 year Advanced Certificate of Horse Studies (Thoroughbred Breeding), then working on studs.
Sunny had to teach me everything but she was a very kind teacher. I lost her to theft when I was 16 and she was only 8. Ten horses were stolen on that night along with her. It hurt!
So, I sometimes joke that I was raised by a chestnut filly! Not quite true but not entirely wrong either.
I’m 55 now and still feel exactly the same! It ain’t a phase I’m going through people - this is me!