JC Equine Massage Therapy

27/02/2026

Harry is loving his watermelon! 🍉 It’s clearly his favorite snack, but I’m curious what do your horses love? Are they team apple, team carrot, or team watermelon like Harry? 🥕🍎

26/02/2026

Fun fact: Horses can only breathe through their noses. 🐴

They’re physically unable to breathe through their mouths, which means every gallop, trot, and zoom across the field is done with strict nasal breathing.

Meanwhile, most of us abandon that plan after climbing a single set of stairs. 😅

25/02/2026

Mud season. The magical time of year when your horse goes from majestic creature of elegance… to swamp monster with a tail.

After all that rain, slipping, sliding, bog-trotting, and dramatic “I meant to do that” recoveries in the field, their bodies are feeling it. Even if they’re pretending they’re fine. (They are always pretending they’re fine.)

Now that we’re tiptoeing into spring with longer days, more riding plans, and slightly less chance of losing a boot in the feild it’s the perfect time to book your horse in for a massage.

Think about it:
• All that squelching through mud = tired muscles
• Adjusting to uneven, soggy ground = sneaky tight spots
• Standing around in cold, damp weather = stiffness
• First proper rides of the season = “Oh hello, I forgot about those muscles…”

A massage helps loosen everything up, improve circulation, and get them moving comfortably before the spring workload really kicks in. It’s basically a reset button after winter’s chaos.

Follow my page and drop me a message to get booked in.

20/02/2026

Happy love your pet day.... Drop a picture of your beautiful pets to show your love for them today 👇👇👇👇👇👇❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

19/02/2026

The "Great Grass Re-Entry" is officially here! 🐎🌱

While your horse is currently eyeing the gate like a convict planning a prison break, it’s time for a reality check. Switching from "Winter Mud" to "Spring Buffet" too fast is a recipe for disaster (and a very stressed bank account).

Why we aren't "Releasing the Kraken" just yet:
• Sugar Shock: Spring grass is basically equine rocket fuel. Too much, too soon = Laminitis risk. 🍩

• Tummy Turmoil: Their gut bacteria are more sensitive than a Victorian poet. Sudden changes = Colic or "the runs." 🌪️

• The Full-Body Yeet: Cooped-up legs + lush grass = accidental acrobatics. We want a happy horse, not a pulled tendon. 🚀
The Plan: feed hay before they go out (the "don't shop while hungry" rule), and build up slowly.

Keep those guts stable and those legs sound! 🌸

Who else has a horse currently practicing their "Black Beauty" gallop in their head? Drop a GIF of your horse’s current mood below! 👇

11/02/2026

Please look after your horse friends

Look out for the friend with horses.

You know the one. She’s already done a full shift before most people have even hit snooze for the second time. Out in the pitch black, head torch on, rain dripping off the brim of her hat, wrestling with frozen taps or knee-deep mud before 7am. Horses fed. Waters checked. Rugs changed. Muck heaps growing by the day. And that’s all before she clocks in to her actual paid job.

This winter in the UK has been relentless. Not just a bit of drizzle – proper sideways rain that soaks you through in minutes. Fields that have turned into swamps. Gateways that swallow wellies whole. That sticky, clinging mud that somehow finds its way into your car, your house, your soul. Every single day it’s the same battle: slip, slide, trudge, repeat.

While most people complain about the weather from inside a warm office, she’s already pushed a wheelbarrow through ground that feels like quicksand. She’s carried hay in the pouring rain, tried to keep rugs dry in horizontal wind, and probably had at least one moment where she questioned all her life choices while scraping mud off for the hundredth time this week.

And then she turns up to work.

Hair tied back, boots swapped for something vaguely respectable, acting like she hasn’t already done three hours of physical labour. Smiling. Getting on with it. Running on coffee and pure stubbornness.

So if she seems a little tired, a little quiet, or declines the after-work drinks because “I’ve got the horses,” just know that her day started long before yours. And it won’t end when she leaves the office either — because she’ll be straight back out into the rain, into the dark, into the mud, doing it all over again.

Horse girls in winter deserve medals. Or at least a hot drink and a bit of understanding

11/02/2026

Look out for the friend with horses.

You know the one. She’s already done a full shift before most people have even hit snooze for the second time. Out in the pitch black, head torch on, rain dripping off the brim of her hat, wrestling with frozen taps or knee-deep mud before 7am. Horses fed. Waters checked. Rugs changed. Muck heaps growing by the day. And that’s all before she clocks in to her actual paid job.

This winter in the UK has been relentless. Not just a bit of drizzle – proper sideways rain that soaks you through in minutes. Fields that have turned into swamps. Gateways that swallow wellies whole. That sticky, clinging mud that somehow finds its way into your car, your house, your soul. Every single day it’s the same battle: slip, slide, trudge, repeat.

While most people complain about the weather from inside a warm office, she’s already pushed a wheelbarrow through ground that feels like quicksand. She’s carried hay in the pouring rain, tried to keep rugs dry in horizontal wind, and probably had at least one moment where she questioned all her life choices while scraping mud off for the hundredth time this week.

And then she turns up to work.

Hair tied back, boots swapped for something vaguely respectable, acting like she hasn’t already done three hours of physical labour. Smiling. Getting on with it. Running on coffee and pure stubbornness.

So if she seems a little tired, a little quiet, or declines the after-work drinks because “I’ve got the horses,” just know that her day started long before yours. And it won’t end when she leaves the office either — because she’ll be straight back out into the rain, into the dark, into the mud, doing it all over again.

Horse girls in winter deserve medals. Or at least a hot drink and a bit of understanding

09/02/2026

Come and follow my page and learn some fun facts about horses or book your horse in for a massage 👇👇👇👇

I jumped on the trend lol 😂😂😂😂

08/02/2026

Fun fact

The average horse’s brain is roughly the size of a large grapefruit. To put that in perspective, their giant eyeballs take up more room in their skull than their actual gray matter.

The hilarious reality of Grapefruit-Brain:

• Priority Seating: Evolution looked at the horse and said, "We can either give you the ability to solve complex equations, or we can give you 350-degree vision so you don't get eaten." The horse chose the eyeballs, and honestly? Respect.

• The "One-Way" Street: Because their brain is small and their survival instinct is massive, they often bypass "thinking" entirely. If a horse sees a plastic bag, the brain doesn't process "litter"—it just sends a frantic 404 Error message that results in a 30mph sprint in the opposite direction.

• Selective Genius: While they might struggle to understand that a gate is open if you move it two inches to the left, they are tactical geniuses when it comes to finding the one weak spot in a fence to reach slightly greener grass.

Basically, they aren't dumb; they're just running on very simple, very loud software.

08/02/2026

I jumped on the trend lol 😂😂😂😂

07/02/2026

Winter: when the cold isn’t the only thing that’s painful. ❄️ Enter the abscess.
Yes, that little ball of fiery misery in your horse’s hoof that somehow thinks “joy” is a foreign concept.

Anyone else been on the receiving end of daily poultice duty? 🐴💥 I swear my horse’s glare could freeze lava. One day it’s sweet nuzzling, the next it’s “you dare touch my hoof again, human?!” Honestly, I think I’ve discovered a new level of grump: the abscess-induced snark.

Poultice in hand, grumbling horse by my side, winter winds biting… somehow it’s a bonding experience. Or maybe it’s just a test of patience. Either way, hats off to anyone surviving this fiery little game of “hoof drama.”

04/02/2026

One thing I’ve learned from owning a horse – especially this week with Harry dealing with an abscess – is that when you own a horse, you don’t just own a horse… you become a million different jobs.

You’re the groom and stable manager.
The nurse, checking pulses, cleaning and bandaging.
The vet’s assistant, giving updates and following instructions.
The farrier’s helper, the nutritionist tweaking feeds, the researcher Googling at midnight, and the admin department booking appointments.

But you’re also the one who knows your horse best. You notice the tiny changes – the stiffness, the weight shift, the way they move just a little differently.

That’s something owning a horse has taught me, and it’s something I carry into my work as an equine massage therapist every day. Supporting the body, spotting tension early, and helping horses stay comfortable and moving well is all part of the bigger picture of care.

Harry is on the mend, and it’s been a reminder that it really does take a team to keep our horses happy and healthy – and we often wear more hats than we realise 🐴💙