Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Something, er, Silver
We’ve decided to bite the bullet and get a new horsebox. This is very exciting, but I shall miss the one we have now. It’s a 1988 Maudsley and it’s fantastic. OK, so it’s getting on a bit – E reg – but we’ve been all over the place with it from Drumlanrig in Scotland to Thetford in Norfolk.
It’s not just been a horsebox; it’s been a team support vehicle at mountain bike races. The dogs love to travel in it with us and are quite happy to be left in there because it is roomy and cool. I’ve repaired bikes in there at 2am using the lights, well attempted to anyway. I’ve had to ban people from using the ramp to cycle down because it was just a bit too much fun.
I have fond memories of a particular mountain bike race in February in Thetford. Everybody around us was frozen in their tents and huddled round their campsite breakfasts wearing hats, coats and mittens. We had a lovely, comfortable, toasty night and woke up to hot showers and bacon and eggs.
Not only that it’s taken Jad from being an appalling traveller who took 6 hours to load on our first attempt, to being an angel who trots up the ramp ahead of you. It gives such a nice stable ride for the horses they always travel well.
Unfortunately, we do a lot of miles and its now of an age where it would perhaps be better retiring to a home where they do lots of more local shows. I am sure it will give someone else lots of joy.
But it will be missed.