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Trauma-informed equine support for SEND, neurodiversity and emotional regulation.

CPD training + business mentoring for professionals who want to be sustainable

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10/02/2026

There was no business plan when I started.
No funding.
No qualifications.
No land.

Just me, 2 horses and a feeling I couldn’t ignore.
You don’t need everything figured out to begin.
You just need to start walking toward the life that feels like yours.

The rest builds as you go.

— The Way of the Horse

10/02/2026

Shame is a strange thing.

It doesn’t belong to the survivor…
and yet somehow
we’re the ones who carry it.

As if what happened was ours to hold.
As if surviving was something to apologise for.

But shame was never yours.
It was placed on you.
Passed to you.

Silently handed over by people who should have known better.
Survivors don’t walk away untouched.
The body remembers.
The nervous system remembers.
The quiet hyper-awareness, the flinches, the tiredness, the strength it took just to keep going.

And still… you’re here.
Breathing.
Healing.
Learning to soften.
Learning to trust again.

That isn’t weakness.
That isn’t brokenness.
That is courage in its most honest form.

Your body survived what it had to.
And that is strength.
🤍 🤍🤍

— The Way of the Horse

10/02/2026

When people ask,
“Why didn’t they say something sooner?”

They’ve never carried shame that wasn’t theirs.

Telling isn’t the hard part.
Living with the shame is.

Because when you’ve been hurt, manipulated, or abused,

You don’t think:
they hurt me.

You think:
it must have been my fault. I must have encouraged this or asked for it?

Shame is quiet like that.
It convinces you to protect everyone else but yourself.
It tells you to stay small.
Stay silent.
Don’t cause trouble.

And speaking up?
Speaking up costs you.

Friends.
Family.
Comfort.
The version of your life that looked some what “normal.”

So survivors don’t wait because they’re weak.
They wait because they’re surviving.

And when the day comes that the shame finally lifts —
even just a little —
that’s when truth finds its voice.

That isn’t drama.
That isn’t attention seeking.

That is courage.

The kind of courage that shakes your whole body.

If someone speaks years later, decades later…
believe them.

Because it takes a lion heart to tell the truth

10/02/2026

Trigger warning: sexual abuse / survivor story

I’ve been sitting with everything that’s coming out in the news lately. The names. The court cases. The powerful men. The money. The silence. And what keeps getting missed in all of it… are the survivors.

Everyone talks about the scandal.

Very few people talk about what it costs to survive.
What it costs to tell the truth. What it costs to carry something like that in your body for decades. People think healing means you forget. You don’t. You can do the therapy. Somatic work. The years of rebuilding. But your body never forgets.

It remembers in your breath. In your sleep, in your dreams

In the way your shoulders tighten. In the way you scan a room without even realising. And then there’s the shame. The guilt.
The questions that were never ours to carry in the first place. “How did I let this happen?” “Why didn’t I stop it?” “Why didn’t anyone protect me?”

But here’s the truth: Children don’t fail. Adults fail children. The systems fail children. The law fails children.

And too often… power protects itself. Telling the truth isn’t brave and triumphant like people imagine.
Sometimes it costs you everything. Friends. Family. Relationships. The illusion of safety.

My own story began with my father. He abused me as a child. He was charged with multiple offences. One of the biggest cases in our area at the time.
And still… I never got justice. Court delays. Illness claims. Covid. Case after case of “not today.”

And when the people who should have protected you don’t… when your own family turns away… that leaves a different kind of wound. The kind that takes years just to name.
I was also harassed and sent letters from someone involved in the case. I had nasty phone calls, people stalking me . Why?? Because I told the truth?

So when I see stories like Epstein and others in the news, I don’t just see headlines. I see survivors. I see bodies carrying memories they never chose. I see people who will never fully forget.

I see how often wealth and power bend the rules. And I think — we have to do better. We have to protect women. Protect children. Believe survivors. And stop letting influence silence the truth.

Because justice shouldn’t depend on how much money someone has. And closure shouldn’t be a privilege. If you’re reading this and you carry your own story… I see you. You are not weak.
You are not broken.

And none of it was ever your fault.
Your body survived what it had to.
And that is strength.

10/02/2026

A painted horse stands in open quiet,
where the land stretches far beyond the eye can see
and the sky carries clouds
And there is an energy in the air.

Leather and beadwork rest on its shoulders,
not as decoration,
but as ego
hands speaking through thread and time.

This one knows the weight of journeys.
Not the loud kind.
The patient kind.
Days that teach you
how to keep going
without losing your softness.

Hooves press the earth with respect,
each step asking permission, slow and with memory
each step leaving a promise to return what was taken.

A horse like this carries more than a rider.
It carries the will to endure.
It carries the strength of the tribe
the laughter of children,
the silence of elders
who watched storms pass
and still chose love.
This is wisdom of the elders.

When you feel far from yourself,
stand still for a moment,
listen to your own breathing,
and remember,
your spirit was built for distance,
and built for coming home to yourself.

May your road be honest.
May your heart stay steady.
May your strength stay gentle and trust.

May you find the patience for timing to find you peace. 🤍

09/02/2026

Sometimes the reason you feel overwhelmed
isn’t because there’s too much to do…
it’s because you’ve left your body behind.

Too much thinking.
Too much planning.
Too much trying to solve tomorrow.
Too much in your head.

Not enough ground.
Not present and
Not enough being here.

The horses don’t live up there in their heads!

They live on their feet.
They are grounded.

In the rhythm of the day following the feeling of the day
And when you stand beside them long enough…
your shoulders drop. Your breath slows.

Your nervous system remembers how to be quiet. Their heart beat brings you back to rhythm.

No fixing.
No forcing.

Just being outdoors.
Cold air in your lungs.
And something steady beside you.

🤍 Sometimes that’s all the healing you need. 🤍

09/02/2026

This is Black Velvet. One of our little minis. 🤍

She came to us about four years ago now — cheeky, opinionated, and absolutely full of character.

I still laugh remembering one of the girls saying,
“She bucked all the way round the arena on the lead rope!”
She definitely had her own ideas back then.

But these days she’s softer.
Quieter.
Settled into the herd.

And people often ask me why I chose her.

Truthfully… it wasn’t planned.
It was heart.

Back in 2017 we had the most incredible children’s pony called Maydew.
Some of you who’ve been here a while will remember May.
She was pure gold.

Care homes.
Schools.
Magazines.
Stage shows.
Pulling Cinderella’s carriage.

She took everything in her stride and gave so much of herself to everyone she met.

She was one of those once-in-a-lifetime ponies.
And when she passed at 28, the yard felt very empty.
I missed her more than I expected.

Later, I found her family tree and discovered she’d had eleven foals before she came to us.
One of them… was Velvet’s mum.

And something about that just felt like a thread leading back home.
So we bought Velvet pretty much blind.
Had her shipped up to us.
No big plan — just trust.

A little bit of healing.
A little bit of faith.
And a feeling that May had somehow sent her.
Sometimes horses find their way to you for reasons you can’t explain.

They’re not replacements.
But they carry something forward.

And Velvet… carries a little piece of May with her.
(We have added picture of Maydew as well as velvet here !)

And that feels very special. ✨

09/02/2026

Everything I release
makes room for what’s meant for me.

Nothing forced. Nothing chased.
Just trust in the timing.

09/02/2026

I used to think having boundaries meant I was being difficult.

Too much.
Too picky.
Too guarded.

But here’s what I’ve learned over the years —
working with horses, with people, with life itself.

Boundaries don’t come from coldness.

They come from experience.

From the times you said yes when you should’ve said no.
From the times you gave too much.
From the times you trusted too quickly.
From the times you ended up exhausted, hurt, or disappointed.

You don’t wake up one day with standards.

You earn them.

Every boundary is a lesson your body learned the hard way.

Every “no” is protection.
Every pause is wisdom.
Every standard is self-respect.

The horses taught me this more than anything.

They don’t overextend.
They don’t people-please.
They don’t apologise for needing space.

They simply step away when something doesn’t feel safe.

Calm. Clear. Certain.

No drama.
No guilt.

Just truth.

And maybe we’re allowed to be like that too.

Not harder.
Not colder.

Just clearer.

Because protecting your energy isn’t selfish.

It’s how you stay whole. Its how you stay safe

09/02/2026

Mud on your boots.
Cold air on your cheeks.
The smell of hay. The smell of the muck heap
A horse breathing quietly beside you.

And suddenly…
you’re here.

Not in your head.
Not in tomorrow.
Not replaying yesterday.

Just here.
Sometimes you just can't explain being with horses and how you feel but...
It’s funny how the yard does that.

We think we need to think our way through life —
plan more, figure it out, solve everything.

But the body doesn’t work like that…
The body comes home through sensation.

Through feeling your feet in the mud.
Your hands on a warm neck.
Your breath slowing without you even trying.

This is somatics.

Not complicated.
Not clever.
Just noticing.

So if today feels heavy or busy…

Step outside.
Feel the ground.
Breathe the air.

Stand next to something alive and steady.
Let your body catch up with you.

✨ What can you feel right now, without thinking?

08/02/2026

And here’s the thing about finding your way…

The path doesn’t usually appear first.
The step does.

We wait for clarity.
For certainty.
For someone to point and say, “go that way.”

But horses don’t do that.

They don’t stand still until they can see the whole field.
They move.
One quiet, steady step.
Then another.

And the path reveals itself because they’re already walking.

Maybe life’s a bit like that too.
Maybe you’re not meant to have a five-year plan right now.
Maybe you just need the next brave, honest step.

Send the message.
Make the call.
Book the thing.
Open the gate.

Something small.
Something true.

Because momentum doesn’t come from thinking.
It comes from moving.

✨What’s one small step you could take today? ✨

08/02/2026

In the moments when your body feels busy
and your thoughts won’t settle…
don’t push anything away.

Don’t rush to fix it.
Don’t try to outrun it.

Just return to yourself.
Slow your breathing.
Feel your feet on the ground.
Listen for something steady and familiar inside you.

Be slow.

Because not everything needs solving.
Some things simply need space.
Some things just need time to land.

The horses know this.
They don’t force calm.

They just stand…
breathe…
and wait for their nervous system to remember safety.

And we can too.

Come back to your body.
Come back to the moment.
Come back to the earth beneath you.

Slow is safe.
Slow is strong.
Slow is enough.

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