Back in the UK when we had our stud farm, on selling or giving away the horses before we came over, we donated all the horse feed to The Northcote Heavy Horse Centre at Spilsby. Our friends (Keith and Ruth) founded it in the 80’s and ran it until their retirement to France. The Centre was famous for housing Wandle Goliath who owned the Guinness World Record for being the tallest horse (19.1hh) in the world. He was known as Golly and was an absolute angel. We loved visiting the centre - it was the exact opposite of our horses (being thoroughbreds). Here’s a link to The Spilsby Centre https://northcotehorses.com/post/goliath/ and especially for @cat (who I promised to send photos when I’d found them after our hard drive crash) here’s a photo of 6 of our young colts having a run around.
Here’s me babbling on, I didn’t realise I was in the presence of professionals. 
What a lovely picture. 
Oh they are just lovely, positively shining with good health! 
@toryroo - now I’m being greedy ‘cos we were very proud of our horses. Here’s some more photos with apologies for anyone who doesn’t like horses - my friend in the next village is so scared of them I can’t even talk to her about them. 
You must miss them, your farm was obviously a passion.
Tell me, I’ve always wondered how you make a chequerboard pattern on a horse’s back?
How absolutely lovely
No objection from me, apart from the sensory overdose that is. 
@Jennifer11 - the best way to explain it is to get you to watch this 5-minute video.
Haley and Harker are just their stable names, they all have much fancier ones for showing etc. Harker was named after a close friend of the family that had just died, so was named in his memory, as he’d loved horses.
So you should be, just stunning, thanks for sharing! I grew up around horses, to a point. I had my own little horse on the farm, sturdy little grey called Bluebell. I used to mainly just toottle about, sometimes I’d go mustering sheep or cattle with her, but more often on the motorbikes. Often riding or mustering on friends farm as a teen as well. My uncle is one of Australia’s top equine vets and still flys all over the world to the big horse sales (Deauville etc) for clients, although he’s retired from Randwick (Sydney’s big racecourse) now.
@toryroo - our horses were usually with us for only a couple of years. Stuart would break them in and then when sold mainly to people who wanted to race them, they would go to local trainers including The Earl of Yarborough’s Brocklesbury Estate.
Most of the colts were gelded at our stud. Our local equine vet was the Market Rasen course vet. He was German and when he came to geld a horse, he would always ask for the testicles. Apparently to him, this was a delicacy that he would later eat. We thought it strange but never said no.
Perk of the job
Same horsey world as my uncle then, he was Gay Waterhouse’s vet.
Well, I’ve got a fancier name now, just for show. you can see it just above this.
Heaven!! Nothing better than seeing horses in paddocks, that are loved and cared for.
Each one of them looks so happy.
Just beautiful. Bet you miss it / them!
Yes, we do miss them but to be honest, I don’t know how we would cope with them now, at our age. But every now and again, we go through the photos of these horses, including the ones we raced in our own colours too.