A really sweet black gelding, again about 16.1 hh that had been ridden by the owners 14 yr old daughter, really nice, lovely looking, good paces and fairly laid back - perhaps a bit too ...
A quick burger and discussion on the six horses so far - good job Debbie and Flemming were there to remind me what each was - it's mind boggling .... but what fun - seemed all a bit surreal ........
What seemed like hundreds of miles later (but the roads are excellent, deserted and good plus Flemming has a lovely car )....... we came to the last place, more of a riding school and they brought out this bright bay - Mum and Debbie said they liked it just seeing it walk into the arena ........ So on I got .... walked, trotted, cantered, Flemming advised, Debbie videoed, rode him outside a bit, took his tack off and that was it. It was getting a bit dark by now, we were all feeling a little on the tired side from the very early start and decided seven horses in one day was probably enough - even though Flemming declared he could find more ..... and so we set off back to somewhere nearer the airport, which was about a two hour journey.
We were staying the night as there are no evening flights back so Flemming found us a nice hotel, shared a drink with us and discussed the days events before he set off on his three hour journey back to his home (as there were no ferries at that time in January which would have cut his journey by half). We must have travelled quite a few hundred miles but what with my non existent Danish Geography and no map I don't actually know where we went - except it was north!
This left Debbie, Mum and me to have a drink (or two!) and meal, watch videos and discuss the day's events. The decision wasn't difficult - it was the last horse, the one Flemming had originally made the phone call about .... so a nights sleep just to confirm our thoughts and in the morning a decision had to be made - there were others who liked this 'nameless' horse!
Up for a breakfast and Debbie made the phone call to Flemming to say we would like this horse - oh and what was his name .....
A 9.15 flight back to Stanstead where when we landed it was torrential rain and blowing a gale. Jack picked us up, drove us home where we all went to work - by lunch time - as if we'd been to Oxford for the day!
So, several phone calls later and our luck was in, a transporter was coming over the following Tuesday - oh and he was called Fabio so that seemed a nice name! Flemming arranged all the vetting, transport etc. etc. and only a week to wait .... All this in a week !....
