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Lights, Camera, Action…

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This is one of my personal favourites from the trek. It’s got it all going on. We had lights (a pocket of sunshine in a patch of blue sky), we had camera (crouching Evi, hidden tripod) and we had action (Derek waving, horses passing).

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June 15, 2011 at 8:47 pm

Le Chef

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John and Ben, the second dream team. Riding hats off to John for organising and realising the great adventure. I’m hoping that, in his next genealogical exploration, he discovers a relative that had a horse stolen by a Moor, who he chased down through the French alps, into Spain and possibly on to North Africa somewhere. I’m in again for that trip – and happy to fabricate any historic documents in order to make it happen. I have the coffee, parchment and wobbly handwriting at the ready – just say the word!

 

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June 15, 2011 at 12:06 am

Fran and Mani

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The dream team in Glen Orchy!

 

 

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June 10, 2011 at 1:24 pm

Glencoe

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Glencoe

Finally I’m going to begin sharing some pictures with you from the great adventure we had a couple of weeks ago. We were following these majestic horses on their ride through the highlands, retracing the route of a chase that took place 200 years ago. The chase to recover a stolen horse, tracked by way of a broken horse shoe.

We may not have been able to quite emulated the sense and atmosphere of that original trek in some places, with our high visibility vests and uber-flashing magnetic sirens, when forced by necessity off the old drovers routes and onto the main arterial roads though the highlands.

But it was there at other times, the quiet times, with just horses, riders, mountains flanking on all sides, dramatic and menacing skies above. In the solidity of these beautiful animals. It was there in the kindness and generosity we received a long the way. In the hospitality of strangers who found beds for us all – horses, riders, support crew – and cooked us a breakfast for Kings (and Queens with healthy appetites) each morning. It was there in the rowdy beer filled bars, in racing across Rannoch Moor to meet the horses coming the other way. It was there in the relentless rain. And in spite of the relentless rain.

Read more about it here.

And watch out for more photos of it here.

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June 7, 2011 at 10:38 pm

Arthur

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I asked this Inverary gentleman if I could take his photo and he very kindly agreed. This was the first morning of the horse trek for us so, once the riders were in the saddle and off across the boggy moorland, we spent our morning drinking lattes in Inverary and buying gorgeous deli things. You can take the girls out the city but well…you know the rest.

 

 

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May 31, 2011 at 8:05 pm