We first started looking for a "project" pony for me after my ex-eventer was PTS due to a nail through the hoof. We viewed a few but none seemed to be quite right, as I'm sure most of you are aware that pony shopping is NOT easy! Mum showed me a facebook post of a rather scraggily looking grey that I was not keen on. His trot looked like an Icelandic trekking pony (they were my words at the time 😬) and his head was in the air like a giraffe! Mum insisted we go view him... we did, and I fell in love, but the back story to this pony made me love him more! 

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Gally was born on a hillside in Wales. The story is that a local man put his well bred eventing mare to a wild stallion and they just carried on breeding and we were told that there were at least 300 of these wild ponies. The owner sent a lorry load a week to the slaughter house but other than that, they had not been touched or seen a human! A lovely lady not so far away rescued 3, one unfortunately died due to the severe malnourishment and one just couldn't bring himself to trust humans. G is the only one to survive out of that lorry load and he has done me proud!

 

When we first got him, it was a battle to get the farrier near him - Our saint of a farrier (shoutout to Anthony McKenzie) spent hours trying to get shoes on him and even had to resort to putting on a skull cap but we got there! 

 

6 years or so on, a couple of years off (due to a sarcoid on his mouth 🙄) and a fair few tantrums on both parts - he is still an absolute star! We are quite aware that we are never going to get round Badminton or compete at Valegro's standard but god does he try! 

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