10/04/2025
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Lately, somethingâs been sitting heavy with me and it hit even harder after spending more time helping out at the local pony club. Thereâs a shift happening in the equestrian world thatâs hard to ignore, and honestly, itâs starting to feel like weâre losing sight of what this sport is really about.
Everywhere you turn, you see kids turning up on high-priced horses âŹ/ÂŁ/$20,000+ for a youngster with all the bloodlines and breeding, destined to jump no more than 80 or 90cm in their life. These are lovely animals, donât get me wrong. But at the grassroots level, the horse doesnât need to be bred for Grand Prix. It just needs to be safe and suitable.
What Iâm not seeing anymore? The scruffy ponies. The odd-shaped ones. The old semi-retired hunter thatâs taught half the kids in the county how to sit a buck. The âPlain Janesâ of the horse world. Where have they gone?
When did we stop letting our kids learn the hard way?
Itâs not just about the money (though, yes the cost of horses in 2025 is mind-blowing). Itâs about what weâre expecting from these kids, and how we think a âgood horseâ will shortcut them into being a great rider. Spoiler: it wonât.
Because before you can make a good rider, youâve got to make a problem solver. And problem solvers arenât made on perfect horses. Theyâre made on ponies that stop at the gate. That duck out. That need a soft hand one day and a strong leg the next. Theyâre made in moments of frustration and tiny breakthroughs. Theyâre made in muck and chaos and trying again and again.
The pressure to âhave the right horseâ is everywhere. But the truth is, the right horse might be the one with a few quirks, not the one with a five-figure price tag.
Weâve created this illusion that a childâs success in riding depends on the flashiest setup the horse, the truck, the gear. But the best riders Iâve known? They learned on what was available. They fell off more than they stayed on. They learned to adjust, to listen, to think, and to feel. And none of that came from being bought the perfect ride.
So hereâs a gentle plea to parents, trainers, and riders alike:
Letâs normalise kids riding average horses again.
Let them ride the hairy cob. The semi-retired showjumper with a dodgy change. The pony that came from the riding school, or off a farm, or doesnât have a passport full of fancy breeding. Let them earn their feel, their seat, their instinct not buy it.
Because at the end of the day, itâs not the horse that makes the rider. Itâs the hard lessons, the dirty boots, and the thousands of tiny moments when they choose to keep going, even when itâs tough.
So if your kid has a safe pony, a helmet, and a dream? Thatâs enough.
And if you want to teach them to win start by letting them lose. Start by letting them learn.
Thatâs what makes a rider. Not a receipt.
The School Master of Gurteen 2013.