As a little girl, I always wanted a pony for Christmas. Santa never brought me a pony. So in my late 40s, I started taking horseback riding lessons. When I turned 50, I got my first horse, an Icelandic named Blessi (Veigar frá Búðardal). Little did I know how much fun life with an Icelandic was going to be. Blessi has a unique perspective on life. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoy Blessi. And you will probably read about my cats from time to time.
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- Is this trotty, pacey or clear tolt or rack
- MCOA Hereditary Eye Defect in Silver Dapples
- Bone Spavin in the Icelandic Horse
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- Velkomin, Bienvenu--How to translate Blessiblog
- MtDNA Origins of the Icelandic Horse
- Icelandic Horse Twins--A Wonderful and Cautionary Tale
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Thursday, January 5, 2012
Reykjavik in 1926
I love this black and white film of Reykjavik, the capital of Iceland, in 1926. The film opens with "We came ashore at midnight..." Watch for the Icelandic women wearing traditional costume. And there is a great section on Icelandic ponies showing riders with historic tack to the draft-style Icelandic pulling a wagon filled with tourists. And one rider must be late as he carries an umbrella and canters his horse through the rain.
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