01/10/2025
Once upon a time, my daughter used to ride at a local riding school. Every week she went along enthusiastically, dressed head to toe in Horseland’s finest, eager to ride the cutest pony in the stables. He was a popular boy, and all the kids wanted a turn on him.
His name was Basil—although in our house he soon became known as Bloody Basil.
As much as the little kids adored riding him, he didn’t share the feeling. He dumped my daughter Madeleine (and many others) at every opportunity!
After about the eighth time she was thrown off (she persevered, bless her), we moved on to another riding school.
Fast forward seven years, and I was visiting a new client who had a small herd of horses and ponies. I’d just finished trimming the second-to-last horse when my client said, “I’ll just go fetch the pony, Basil.”
Well, I knew then and there who was about to come around the corner. There couldn’t be that many ponies called Basil! And sure enough, strutting out from behind the trees into the yard came the very same pony. I recognised him instantly, laughed, and shared the story of my daughter’s history with him. I snapped a photo and sent it to Madeleine with the caption, Guess who? She replied straight away: BLOODY BASIL!
He certainly left a lasting impression.
Since those days, Basil eventually left the riding school and changed hands a couple of times before ending up with my client. Now he enjoys a happy semi-retired life in the paddock, bouncing around with his herd mates, and his temperament has improved enormously.
His feet, however, had become a bit wayward and distorted during those years of transition. But after seven months of regular four-weekly trims, they’re looking much better. Not perfect yet, but well on their way to being strong, healthy, functional feet.
I truly enjoy seeing Basil happy in his home. He can still be a little grumpy during a trim, and I’ll sometimes whisper “Bloody Basil” under my breath—but there will always be a special place in my heart for this cheeky little pony. ❤️