In April last year, I went to a show at Addington. Purely for a day out as I missed riding, my old pony friends and general show-ness. I remember it being a fun day – I ended up helping at the gate for the workers, the Mother bought a yummy picnic including pimms, I saw some friends I hadn’t seen for ages and I also saw Jack. Now, I didn’t know his name was Jack at the time, he was just a stunning chestnut beast looking across the showground like he owned the place.
It was like Darcy looking at Elizabeth, it was every romantic movie but one of the principle players was a horse.
I remember it vividly as the feeling I got had happened before – once when I was 15 with a coloured pony in a field and once when I was 18 with a handsome roan with a big white face at Keysoe. Call me a hopeless romantic but sometimes you just know. However, this time I had to just walk away – 4 months pregnant, Physio still working on shoulder issues… Right horse, wrong time.
So, on 1st September, this picture comes up on my Facebook. The horse, at Addington, looking across the showground like he owned the place, for sale!
My messages to the owner read “Hi Loraine, lovely chestnut horse. What kind of money are you after? How big is he? Has he done a worker? But I’m due to have a baby this week so he may be gone by the time I’m back in action!”
Unbeknown to me the Mother’s message read “Hi Loraine, lovely chestnut horse. Daisy is due to have her baby this week so not ideal timing but I have to ask, what kind of money are you after? How big is he? Has he done any workers?”
Then to cut a complicated story short – I had baby, horse was sold, I got sick, new owners changed their mind, I got released from hospital, horse sold again, I was recovering, new owners didn’t come up with the money. It was as if he was waiting for me. I went to see him Wednesday, vetted Friday, picked up Saturday. The Mother didn’t even see him, I only had a very short, gentle ride but he was something special.
Right horse, wrong time, did it anyway!
So, this is Jackpot! Many stories of adventures hopefully to come…
Thank you Loraine Homer for letting us have him and thank you Mother for trusting a hopeless romantic.