Still think horse and cart is the way forward for urban deliveries
Hi,
I love horses. Unfortunately, my picture of Bess in my garden with her foal, "Ginny" (short for Regina, but you have to be carefull how you say that) is buried in Photobucket where I don't know how to post it from.
Ginny went on to compete round the lanes of South Wales, pulling a cart, and pulled her new owner's wedding carriage to Swansea registry Office, did some "cart" comptitions, before dropping a couple of foals, and being retired to "Schoolmaster" duties... The owner also went into the horse drawn funerals , so maybe her offspring are carrying on the haulage business.
Horsedrawn is the future? I don't think so.
A single donkey (two of mine were donated to the Sanctuary.) can pull an 80 ton canal barge, with a child in charge. They are lovely animals, don't eat much, and live for ever (hence "Donkey's Years".
But if you want "work", go for a mule. They don't eat much, and are not allowed to compete (in sport) against horses ... they win too often. However, they have a mind of their own (stubborn), can kick backwards like a horse, forwards like a man, and sideways like a cow. They are also infertile, so you can't breed from them. I don't think they are particularly friendly (glad to be corrected). If you want to carry a load (pack) get A Fell pony, which will carry 2cwt all day long.
Shetland ponies? My first equine. We borrowed a mate's Mk.2 Cortina estate. The trekking centre owner (Stan in Jersey Marine) told Barbara to get in the driver's seat, and me in the back. He handed me the leading rope, and said "This should be interesting, he's never done this before". Him and his henchman picked Horrible Hector up, and threw him in the back with me. Did I mention that Hector was "entire" (ask your vet). If you want to see Barbara's hair stand up, just mention Hector in the estate. She'd never been close to a horse before... let alone a stallion stamping his hooves on the metal floor, and screaming in her ear ... and I mean at point blank range. I don't think she knew what she was letting herself in for when she married me. I'm proud of the girl.
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April 1965, Barbara sitting in the Swansea to Paddington train....
Little old lady commented "I'm surprised your mother lets you travel alone!"
Barbara replied, "I'm flying out to Malaya tomorrow, to join my husband".
As "conversation stoppers" go, that must be high on the list.