06/09/2025
Some heroes wear chaps. We are SO grateful for our farrier!
I thought today: cherish your farrier. (Remember the wise old saying, ‘No hoof; no horse.’) I mean: cherish her because you can’t do without her and she offers you an astonishingly vital service for really not very much money. (The farriers do not swan about in fancy cars or buy castles in Spain.) But I mean more than that. I mean: feel fully grateful for the toughness and steeliness and general determination which people who work daily with half-ton flight animals have to show.
Today, our Wendy, whom we all love, was with us after an injury which involved a kick, a knee, a hamstring, and the bit of the back which I think is called sacrum. It was all so painful that she had to be off for two days, which is unheard of, and she also had to make an emergency appointment with the professional who looks after her body.
But there she was, bang on time, full of expertise and efficiency and experience and all those things I appreciate so keenly.
I asked her, curiously, whether she had to learn to have a different relationship with pain than would normal people. She said yes, that was about right. I also asked whether she hurt all the time. She said, without a trace of drama or self-pity, that this was correct.
Who else does that? I mean: live stoically with job-related pain? Top athletes, perhaps. Maybe some farmers. (I bet they ache, most days.)
But there she comes, always smiling, never complaining, and all the mares adore her, and she is kind and helpful and sympathetic, and we could not begin to live our lives without her.
Are there enough people who get enough credit? The ones who are brave, and strong, and who make life possible for others? I say: not nearly enough credit.
They should get a day, or a parade, or something. A moment when we all tip our hats, and honour their contribution.