The Story of Temps and Alaric


To our gorgeous Temps, or Tempy as we used to call you.  You passed on the 19th February 2017 aged 32. Thank you to Horsia for making your departure from this world less traumatic.  Gently putting Tempy in a special van and being very sympathetic.  You were the world's sweetest, most gentle Camargue. . You loved your barley breakfast, dinner and  'foin a volonté', your carrot at 3.30. You would call us if we were late. Being ridden was  something you absolutely did not like, so we stopped trying, after a year or so of rodeos :).  You were not well during the last year of your life. Getting so terribly thin it was dreadful to see. When you fell down and couldn't get up we had to call the vet to put you to sleep. You licked my hand vigorously while lying down, covered in a blanket.  We'll never forget you, all our love, Margaret and Allan.


Temps passed away February 19th 2017




Around 1991 we decided we would get us some horses.... Both being too lazy to walk, it seemed a good thing to do. That way we could explore the gorgeous countryside around here on horseback.

 Our claim to horseriding fame consists of me having the odd lesson at age 15, and Allan who managed to stay on a zebra at a circus for 3 whole minutes!!! Ofcourse there is his great-uncle, according to family history he was a rodeo rider in America and had broken every bone in his body at least once…. So we went looking for some, really really tame horses even we could sit on, and what happened?


We arrived at the Camargue horse-breeding farm and we did not choose the horses: they choose us!! Now Camargues are a tough and very ancient breed, left to fend for themselves grazing in the desolate Camargue area of France. Tame is the last thing they are! A muddy freckle faced horse called Temps followed Allan around the horse-breeders place leaving the herd to do so. 'Ah oui!!' said Claude, the friendly lady who owned the farm, 'There is an Arab saying; if you find a horse with freckles... buy him. If you can't buy him, steal him!!' And a little dark-grey colt followed me around. So guess what? We accepted the horses choice and a few weeks later we went to collect Temps and little Alaric.

They were kept waiting for their collection in the garden of Claude And guess what: silly Alaric managed to fall into her swimming pool just as we arrived to fetch him home! It had never happened before or since. So Claude, Allan, a trainer and I had to lift the little colt out of the pool onto dry land. Ever lifted a horse out of a pool?? Not funny!!!


Wild West HERE WE COME..........Bucking, rearing little Alaric and Temps. But are those horses happy!!! They have acres and acres of space to roam in, and a little shelter theygo in and out as they please.The service is no better in the Hilton. Breakfast of hay and barley, dinner, lots of love , attention and fun. 

And just very very recently they have actually let us ride them a little bit, with the help of David, our marvelous French horsetrainer.



This is the story of our two Camargues, Alaric and Temps. A very happy story, though after a brief try we could not ride either of them. They had firmly decided that that was not what they would accept. So they were two very happy horses; no work ever, twice a day hay and barley, lots of attention, complete freedom in 5 acres of 'garrigue' in the South of France. But right next to our house, so lots of human attention and cuddles.

Today, January 8th 2010, we had to put Alaric to sleep. He has been with us, since 1991. He was 19 years old. He was very ill and in spite of all veterinary attention he collapsed this morning and we had to call the vet in to stop his suffering. With the unusually severe cold snowy spell we are experiencing now I am truly grateful that the vet arrived so fast from the neighbouring town of Carcassonne and put him out of his suffering. Our other horse, Temps is getting extra attention and treats to help him cope with the loss of his friend who was with him for two decades.