18/06/2024
Following on from my previous post, as part of getting to know me better I’ve decided to start a series of stories from my past. These stories will centre on individual horses and I will include photos if I can but I have very very few precious photos because I didn’t have a strong supporting family when I was working with horses and was often discouraged from buying photos as they were ‘a waste of money’.
Today I will begin with Tommy T and I don’t have a photo of him.
Tommy was a coloured Gypsy Cob around 13hh and I’ve no idea how old he was. He lived on full livery at a yard in Herstmonceux in East Sussex and belonged to a local ex jockey turned builder who had him as a driving pony.
As a working pupil at this yard, aged 18 and not yet experienced enough to ride the more competitive warm bloods, it fell to me (because no one else would!) to ride this pony occasionally to keep him fit as he wasn’t driven very often.
Eager to ride anything I could get my hands on and claw my way up into the ranks of the more competent riders I relished the opportunity to prove this pony could in fact, not only canter on the correct lead, he could also jump.
One day his determination NOT to canter on the right leg lead on a 20 m circle outdid my determination to get him to do so. We’d spent about 15 minutes of trot canter trot canter trot canter transitions with me trying everything I could in my limited experience get him to strike off on the right lead to no avail.
Eventually, he tripped over his own front feet, pecked the floor and dumped me unceremoniously onto the school rubber surface. Arms outstretched to save myself I landed on my ribs, sprawled across a stripy jumping pole. At the time I was certain I’d broken a couple of ribs as they were very tender for quite some time after!
Undeterred however, once fully healed I continued to ride Tommy, and we both improved massively. One day, the yard owner, Penny, came back from teaching to see a rather substantial jump built in the Sandschool. Not having hired the school out to anyone that day and there was only supposed to be me riding in there she asked me “who jumped that!”,
“I did” I responded not sure why I felt like I was in trouble! “On WHO?” Came her response. No doubt she thought I’d been naughty and got one of the horses I wasn’t yet allowed to ride out. “On TommyT” I said, still worried I was in trouble, her demeanour instantly changed and turning on her heels to walk away she said laughing, “Right, well you can take him showjumping this weekend!”
The jump I’d jumped was a spread, as wide as it was tall, the front rail a cross pole, the back rail was on top of a pair old steel oil drums, the green and white Castrol ones. Sure it was meaty enough, in old measurements I sort of knew it was around 3 foot, I was thinking about this story yesterday and looked up the height of these old oil drums, 876mm I think Google said, or 87.6cm, add a solid wood showjumping pole and we’re talking about a fence almost a metre in height! Penny was a fantastic trainer I’m incredibly grateful for, because she pushed me and I was more afraid of letting her down than I was of the horses!
So, I took him showjumping.
It was on grass at the Eastbourne Show. The first class was probably 2’ or 60cm. Mostly it went well, except, and as far as I can remember the jump before the last was a blue and white double heading directly away from the ring entrance after a right turn at the gate. Remember, TommT’s right canter lead was not his best feature! On the approach to the right turn I could feel him pulling left towards the ring entrance, a mere rope strung between two metal stakes, opened and closed by the steward to let each competitor through. We just about made it over the double as his focus was clearly back in the lorry park, and went on to finish clear.
Next class was 2’3” and I anticipated he would be focused on the gateway again in that corner. He was a lot stronger and more determined this time and I over compensated a little, pulling him right with all my strength and we broke into trot and circled between the gate and the next jump earning 4 faults. Other than that he jumped each element clear.
Knowing that TommyT was not daft, didn’t care much for show jumping, or my pride that was at stake, I knew in the next class it would be even harder to get him round that troublesome corner into the penultimate fences. Back at the lorry park I hurriedly began taking the 3 ring gag bit of Boxit’s bridle as I knew I needed a little bit of extra power if I was going to get through the 2’6” class. Unfortunately, Penny ran over to see where I was, as I was late and was going to miss the class. I tried to explain I needed a stronger bit but she wouldn’t let me change it and I had to jump in his usual mild snaffle. As predicted he was more determined and stronger than ever and this time, he was ready for me! We got round the first 10 or 11 jumps with no issues as before but as we approached the corner again between the entrance and the last turn, there was no way he was going to pass up on the opportunity to seize his chance to escape! He darted left, his strongest canter lead, and bolted full pelt ducking underneath the white rope, wiping me off with the full force of the ‘clothesline’ move in wrestling, and almost running over his owner!
Took some time to catch him again, we didn’t win any rosettes, and I had to spend the rest of the show shamefully sporting grass stained breeches.
We never took him show jumping again and no one else tried either! It did however earn me some well deserved brownie points on the yard and it wasn’t long before I could ride more of the other horses and Tommy T could relax in peace.