Growing up around horses, I would regularly visit horse auctions with my mum, learning how to pick out the right horses, how to read between the lines, spotting those tell tale signs of a dodgy dealer, soaking up the strange atmosphere of smells, sounds and emotions. It used to be my favourite thing in the world, casting my gaze over the wide variety of horses that ended up treading the walkways of metal pens, breathing in that sweet mix of horse and shavings, the echoing of the auctioneers voice, occasionally interrupted by a horse neighing, or eventually ending with the undeniable sound of a that wooden hammer coming down to finalise a sale. But I always felt a small amount of sadness, watching these horses who had been unfortunate enough to end up walking through the judging gaze of potential buyers, the loud hum of voices, fellow horses crying out as they left the pens for the auction ring, the unfamiliar smells; some horses showed distress, some had a dead yet knowing look in their eyes, while others continued to walk with in their handler, trusting them with every step.
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Emma that’s very emotional and beautiful and moving , very well done , thank you for sharing x
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