Cashy

[Maureen K Clifford]

I wonder whether his original racing name meant to be Castlereigh and when he was registered the bloke was drunk and said Cashel Rhi

He is beautiful - very precious....Luck you Marty, he is a good looking fellow.

Cheers

Maureen

[Kym]

Looks good Marty! He was "given" to you? As in free? You lucky thing!

I haven't ridden for least six years, but my neighbour finally convinced me to get back in the saddle. Well, I worked up a sweat just getting my boots on, then I had to find the crusty looking saddle under all the cobwebs, mouse poo and mud dobber nests, then convince the bridle that it can still bend. My over-16-hand pony was just a walking clod of red clay so I almost wore my arm off brushing him, then worked up a sweat getting the girth to meet the leathers. Next problem - how does a short, wide, chubby, sweating, beetfoot-faced chick get up on a tall beastie like that? Hmmm, my delightful hubbie offered to lift me up with the forklift but I simply refuse to allow that to happen - it would be one of those things I would never hear the end of so I used a step ladder! I thought that me on a horse would squash him like a pinjata and guts would come out both ends, but he was fine. After a bit of walking (he hasn't been ridden for a couple years either, so I thought though could be a bit of fizz in him), I gave him a loose rein and he trotted and cantered, despite the tonne or so of rider on top of him. Feeling it a bit in the legs today, but it's all good. I'm back in the saddle and it feels great!!! "Back in the saddle" - sounds like a poem, hey?

[Kym]

So Cashy was free? He should be called Freey, no that doesn't work.

I used to have a sulky and started training the kid's pony to pull it. She was doing really well at the start, but unfortunately she had a phobia about things around her rump, so when the britchen pulled tight, she flipped out. Lucky I was leading her and not in the sulky, cos ... the shafts were bent like the corkscrews and the harness snapped into seven pieces. It didn't end happily.

[Maureen K Clifford]

So maybe spoken quick like Humphrey he could be Cashfreee Maybe the luck of the Irish is with him Marty for he surely has a good home now. fancy anybody even for a minute thinking for sending him to that other place. Soooo not nice.

Good on you Kym - bet that feels just great even taking into account the sore legs.

Cheers

Maureen

[william williams]

Life for a harness horse is hard on both on you and the horses
And I should know I owned trained and raced them in Maryborough


Life she’s hard she ain’t much good
Trotters born when not they should
Thirty thousand born each year
Many stallions should, be made a steer.
Though five thousand make it to the track
That’s not many when you look back
But only one thousand, carry on
Five hundred race, as hope stays on
A hundred and fifty pacers pay their way.
To live a life and race another day,
Some are bred to replace the old.
Others bred, luckily are not sold.
Some find homes as people’s pets.
Others!? Well don’t place your bets

I finished this poem abruptly end because I hated what had to be done.

Bill Williams