Horse Care – A Users Guide


This Beast Who Moves Beneath Me

This beast who moves beneath me

A sense of anarchy

His heart thumps faster than the race


 A pause as he touches base

Temporarily free

This beast who moves beneath me


His lengthy tongue stops to taste

A sudden urgency

His heart thumps faster than the race


Now we come face to face

Stood high ready to heel

This beast who moves beneath me


He steadies his pace

Struck by a good deal

His heart thumps faster than the race


His name of honour of course Ace

A flagged cover wilts like veal

This beast who moves beneath me

His heart thumps faster than the race


Martina Vermorel


Our Heritage

This is our heritage; the far-flung grass,

The golden stubble and the dark-red moor;

Men pass and perish as the swift years pass,

But wide and windswept still the fields endure.


This is our heritage; the love of sport,

A fair ambition and a friendly strife,

The rivalry of farm and camp and court,

The keen endeavour of a clean, hard life,


The hoofs of horses on the trampled lea,

The crash and rattle of the broken rail

Where the first flight ride reckless, knee to knee,

And bold men face the dangers of the vale.


The cry of hounds, the holloa and the horn;

The lean red shadows where the foxes run;

To these and all their challenge we were born,

And these we leave behind us, sire to son.


This is the heritage that none can take,

The gift we hold, the gift we give again,

And this the spirit that no Time can break,

So long as England and her fields remain.


Will Ogilvie


A Wish


O, fame is a fading story

And gold a glitter of lies,

But speed is an endless glory

And health is a lasting prize;

And the swing of a blood horse striding

On turf elastic and sound

Is joy secure and abiding

And kingship sceptred and crowned.


So give me the brave wind blowing,

The open fields and free,

The tide of the scarlet flowing,

And a good horse under me;

And give me the best of bounties:

A gleam of November sun,

The far spread English counties,

And a stout red fox to run.



Will Ogilvie

History of Horses in Pictures

Eohippus from Prague, Czechoslovakia

Royal Standard of Ur

Celtic Horseman in Art

Userhat hunting with Red and White Chariot Horses

King Tut chariot horses similar to the ones Ramses used

Horses of Achilles, classical Greek art

A Three Horse Tethrippon

Corinthian race horses included tobiano pintos

Terra cotta horses from the first emperor Qin’s buriel mound

Night Shining White by Han Gan 

North African mosaic shows a fine if spirited riding horse

Bassus mosaic

Roman racing team – The Reds

The sons of Shah Jahan

The Great English Thoroughbred, Eclipse

John Wooten, Lady Conaway’s Spanish Jennet

American Eclipse by Currier and Ives

Robert E Leo on Traveler

The Last Quagga

Cavalry Horse, Comanche

The Headlight Morgan, an early Morgan stallion

Whilst continuing with my research into the History of Horses in order to assist with the development of my performances I came across a paper outlining the timeline of the horses history. The above images I found particularly relevant or of interest, if a reader would like to learn more please follow the link to view the PDF

Except possibly for the dog, no animal has contributor more than the horse. It has fed and sheltered us, and provided us with clothing and transportation; it has been both worshipped as a god and slaughtered to appease the gods. No one could write the entire history of the horse, but the facts gathered here make it easier to understand horses and the importance they once had for us.

Beverley Davis


Penryn College Reservoir

Today I returned to Penryn College Reservoir, the decision to stay behind in Cornwall for 6 months to a year was partly made as I wanted to explore the South West as an artist. Knowing that this is not the area I want to settle down but at the same time having a strong response artistically to the landscape I wanted to take the chance to use these areas while I can. 

Interestingly I did not expect to continue to have a relationship with the reservoir in fact I thought I had buried it after making the work of the hanging rabbits. However, after visiting many beautiful areas such as the Lizard and finding a meadow that could work well as a background for a photographic performance, returning today to the reservoir simply for a walk has had an incredible impact on me. I can’t entirely explain it, at least not without sounding like a hippy but the landscape, the branches, the birds, the door mice, bats, geese, bees, they are much more than just a wooded area, than just a reservoir. It’s an experience, as you walk through you are completely suffocated by the nature inhabited there, everything touches you in both a literal and spiritual sense and I personally find myself absorbed in the space.  I am inspired to make work, both art and writing but strangely I do not see the space as a gallery but instead my studio, somewhere I can close the door behind me and create.