We've done 3 auctions in 10 days not to mention those done by our many contacts across the UK. Each time we go it costs us in fuel and giving up weekends that most people use for catching up on sleep and spending time with their families and friends. So here I am having a moan about things and then I get to thinking about the forlorn and frightened faces of young foals pushed into sales ring and herded round with a tacky number stuck on their skinny little rumps, judged by their pedigree as to if they have 'value' or not...listen up! how many of us mongrelised humans would pass muster in an auction ring? not many, I'm a mongrel too so I know! You overhear conversations when standing in auctions "I don't like that one, look at it's markings" and "don't bid on that it's a colt" and "That's no good it's got white feet" and with a cruel twist of genetics the hammer falls on a pathetic 5 guinea bid and it's into the pens for the meat trucks.
We watched a ridiculous display what is best described as circus tricks in the auction ring at Beeston Castle on the 11th November. What in god's name a seller thinks that standing on the back of a 2 year old horse proves I cannot fathom, same thing for the TB, poor thing, such a degrading exhibition!
With more auctions to come and a bad venue on the 5th December which we will be attending it's
looking like a bleaker than ever Christmas and New Year ahead. DONATIONS anyone?
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