Conne-Simon and the Great Atlantic Fishing experience

Conne-Simon is quite possibly the most beautiful pony in the world. For those of you that know me, you will know that the dapple grey colour of a pony is my favorite, and his dapples were of aristocratic vintage, his mane as dark as charcoal and suffice to say we fell in love at first sight. He trotted up the fence with a keen eye and ears pricked and I was smitten. For 3000 Euro I can have him and I tell you, I was counting my pennies for this little dude. 14.2 Hands of sheer indulgence, and only 6 years old, and he made an instant connection with me.

So the rain is coming down with an atheist vengeance, fekking fekking rain! This large bosomed woman straight out of Thelwell comes out and announces that there “will be no public rides today”. Noooo I cry and hand on to his halter for grim death. Dear God, Mother Mary Mother of God, what have I done to deserve this. So I wont bore you to tears with this romantic travesty, you have to be a horsey person to fully appreciate the emotion of this saga. I had to leave him in Cleggy to his painful horse trekking life, when clearly he should be mine.

So I went shopping in Clifton and found a silversmith named Jonathan, who I sat with for 2 hours while he manufactured me a beautiful Connemara Pony silver ring, which I have called Conne-Simon. He also hand crafted a silver charm for my niece, so I spent the equivalent of a 6 hour pony ride on two pieces of jewelry which was the best money I have spent.

Meanwhile Him indoors is out fishing in the Atlantic and the pictures tell a thousand words. The rain did not abate out at sea and I was thrilled to see him return this evening, as the sea had been large, and blustery. I will let him tell you the fishing story.

Trying to regain my composure after loosing Conne-Simon and with my silver ring on my finger I managed to give the Audi some “air” over an excellent whoopty-doo on the way to Kylemore Abby (Castle) about 60kms from Cleggy where I left Marty fishing praying that he would come home safe.

Goodbye my Connemara Pony Conne-Simon, you will be forever engraved in my heart……and remember if you are not a horse person then you will simply not understand.