What happens when a horsemad Ould Wagon moves from Cork to Provence with 2 horses, 2 dogs and a Long Suffering Husband? Why, she gets a third dog, discovers Natural Horsemanship à la Française, starts writing short stories and then discovers a long-buried talent for art, of course…
I’ve been watching Eric the Marechal paring hooves for three years now, and I’ve been paring hooves under his supervision for at least a year. There’s one thing I’ve always struggled with, though. Trimming frogs.
Eric makes it look so easy. He takes a knife, lays it against the part of frog he wants to trim, and taps it with a small, light hammer, saying “Tak tak tak” as he tap tap taps. The section he wants to remove almost seems to peel off on its own accord. Then he looks up at me and says “Et voilà!” with a big smile.
Et voilà indeed. If only it were so simple. What if I take too much off? What if I go too deep and puncture the sole? What if the knife slips and I chop a finger off? Or worse still, sever an artery at the back of the horse’s leg? So I’ve stuck to my hoof knife. And I’ve struggled with frogs since forever – well, since whenever I started trimming their feet myself.
The thing is, that damn hoof knife is almost impossible to sharpen. At least, that’s the only reason I can come up with for the way I’ve been struggling. Despite valiant attempt at sharpening, it’s invariably like trying to cut through a car tyre with a butter knife. The end result is that Eric always, always tells me that I need to take more frog off. He demonstrates why, slicing effortlessly through the top layer of seemingly-healthy frog to expose goop filled holes and crevices underneath. This is what happens, he tells me. When the frog is too high, there’s too much pressure on it when the horse stands on stones or other sharp things, causing this type of damage. This can cause an infection or an abscess to start. He has also pointed out pink patches on Flurry’s frogs in the past – definite bruising, which would have lamed a lesser horse, but not my Flurry!
(NB I am not trying to initiate a discussion on reasons for trimming or not trimming frogs, by the way. I feel that I am currently taking advice from two people who have been doing this for a heck of a lot longer than me, so I listen to what they say. I’m going to attend a two-day course on natural trimming next month, perhaps I will have more thoughts on the subject afterwards)
Some time ago, I bought an ordinary old bone-handled knife, with a rounded head, my logic being that with a rounded head, I’d be less likely to go around puncturing soles… Yesterday, I finally sharpened it. I also bought a small, light hammer. This morning, I went off to trim Flurry’s feet and his enormous, bulbous frogs.

New tools
Tak tak tak… well it wasn’t quite that simple, but I was pleased nonetheless. My super-sharp knife easily carved through his thick, rubbery frogs. Using a combination of tapping and slicing, I was able to clean away the black, diseased stuff deep inside the collateral sulcuses (sulci?), lower his bulky hind frogs, carve off raggedy bits at his heels and clean around the central sulcuses all round. Then I sprayed the back half of his feet with liquid Stockholm tar. I’ve been using this religiously for about a month now, and I see a huge improvement in their feet, even with the wet muddy conditions we’ve been having.

Tomorrow I will see what Eric has to say when he checks them. Fingers crossed I’ve done okay.
In my post January, I mentioned that house hunting was one of the things that’s been keeping me from blogging. (This elicited a “HOUSEHUNTING????? WTF????” message from the BFF – oops, I’d forgotten to mention it to her!)
Net result is, this will be our new home from June 4th, which also happens to be the LSH’s birthday.

Happy birthday, LSH. Can’t wait to see what my present will be on June 5th…

No, there’s no paddock for Flurry and Aero, but it’s in the village of Reillanne – only a five minute drive away from where they live. There’s a nice garden for the dogs to run around in and for us to grow things in, a great view of the eastern end of the Luberon and a lovely balcony to admire it from. At the moment, most of the ground floor is garage and storage space, with the living space on the first floor – that’s a very traditional way of building houses here. Currently, there are two or three bedrooms upstairs, depending on how we lay it out, but ultimately we plan to add a second bathroom and an extra bedroom or two downstairs. Then we’ll register on Airbnb to try and generate some extra income! I’m sure a discount can be arranged for blog followers…
The house dates from 1968, but the upstairs has been mostly refurbished by the sellers, and it seems that all the work that’s been done is of a good standard. Fingers are tightly crossed that we don’t discover too much wrong when we move in.
More photos of the interior and exterior will follow in June!
Meanwhile, here’s another Springiness photo. I will miss these pretty flowering cherry trees, they’re just around the corner from us here in Céreste.
…and trying not to fall back into silence.
I’m currently trying to figure out this half-pass lark so I can get a bit of consistency with it. I remember from Tansy’s days of doing proper dressage that it’s basically shoulder-in while you ride across the diagonal so this is what I was trying yesterday, with varying success. I videoed a couple of minutes so I could see what was going on – the success was so (ahem) ‘varied’ that I’m not going to share it anywhere, but here’s the most flattering screen grab I could pick out.
(I only managed to video two minutes because the camera kept blowing over. We have a Mistral blowing at the moment.)
I’m toying with the idea of doing a couple of interdressage tests this month. Today is Flurry’s turn to be ridden, once I’ve chipped the mud off him. I might try a few movements from the tests I’m considering, Intermediate 7 or Baroque Fundamental Walk/Trot/Canter 4. Here’s the list of movements in each :
Last Sunday I was entered in an Equifeel competition with Aero, but I have to confess that I wimped out. It was cold and rainy and – yeah, I wimped out. We’re entered for another one next Sunday. Hopefully the weather will be kinder to us.
Right, where’s my dust mask? Off to groom Flurry…

