Thursday, 23 September 2010

A horseman in the Pyrenees.

We arrived at the centre of the village to meet up with Daniel. Sure enough there he was on his horse - a softly spoken guy on a really nice sort of Section D type mare - in fact she was a Castillon, a rare breed local to the area.

A few hundred yards up the hill Daniel had a couple more horses at his village barn. No saddles or bridles!
'It's quite steep - Hang on the mane if you need to'.
He was right - it was steep and I did have to hang on to the mane. The house was at 1300 metres, and looked out across the mountains. It was a beautiful sunny day and the whole scene felt idyllic. I'm guessing it's pretty tough up there in Winter.

After coffee Daniel put some harness on the mare that I had just ridden up the mountain and off we went to his garden to do a spot of work. First he harrowed the ground, including a quick lesson for my son Paul.

Then he spread the seed, and harrowed it in.

While he showed Paul around the rest of the garden I took the horse back home. She was so sweet to work.

Daniel has lived and worked with his horses in these mountains for 35 years.

What are horses like this worth - more than money can buy I reckon.