If I have a gift, any gift at all around horses, then it is the ability to touch them in a way that they like. I've always been able to do it, always done it, instinctively. As a child I felt a heart to heart, soul to soul, connectedness with my pony, Smokey, possibly from spending a good few hours crying into his mane when the world had gone wrong. I've never had a complaint in the whole of my life about the way that I have touched man or beast. I've always somehow known that touch was for the benefit of the recipient and no-one else. That doesn't mean that in the past I have always done the right thing by horses - far from it and I live with a deep regret for that - but when I have put a hand on a horse it has always been welcomed.
|I have it...|
|Gale has it...|
|I still have it...|
|and Kate has it too...(note: also applies to horses without stars or stripes)|