In 2004 we met Jez Stickels and moved Mojo and Parry to Honeywood Stables. I still remember the day we first turned her out in a new field of her very own. She was so excited that she pranced all the way round in an elevated trot, it was amazing, I’d never seen a horse do that before and had to ask someone what it actually was! Mojo had a sweet little open stable in a covered barn. We were so excited to put up all of her bridlehooks and rug rails and she was so happy and contented there. 

Later Jez had another stable block built and she had a lovely cosy new home. She had a dear little stall next to Parry and we were so very excited that we would decorate the stables and tack room for Christmas. We found some lovely new rides around beautiful set-asides and different country lanes. It was a small yard, quiet and peaceful there which we shared with Anna, Sam and Dee and their horses. Over the years other people and new horses and ponies came, and some went again, but it was always friendly. We got to know Geoff, Jane and Pete very well and enjoyed going to their Christmas get togethers at the farm.

Mo still had a bad habit of kicking things. She knocked down the wall in the new stable block, which Jez and Richard then had to rebuild! She also noticed a coloured cob called Paddy, laying down in the field one day and cantered over to give him a huge kick whilst he was trying to have a sleep. Not content with that, she went on to break my ankle by racing past me and catching it with her hoof. It didn’t stop me playing with her though, I used a special little knee scooter to go out in the field and carry on with the fun.

As Mo got older, she wasn’t without her troubles. She sometimes became cast and appeared to suffer occasionally from colic. I remember getting a very worrying phone call to say that she had developed colic in the field and our good friends from the yard, Pat and Gary, had helped Tash get her into her stable. What a worry that was. Fortunately, by the time I got there, the vet had been out and Mo had started to recover, for which I was very thankful! She also suffered from mystery shoulder pain at one point making her dreadfully lame, poisoning from sprayed corn in the field which she ate whilst out on a ride, COPD in later years which required an inhaler and a major resection on a hoof which had allowed gravel to get inside. Despite these problems, she remained content, she was well-loved, well cared for and lived a vibrant happy life.