Monday, 26 October, 2026

The Darkest Hour

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The Darkest Hour

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Inexorably, the sun is rising later and setting earlier. I keep forgetting it is far easier to do the late feed for Phoebe – my beloved arab mare - a little earlier. Thus I find myself treading rather gingerly in the half light down to her field. I can hear her whickering welcome before I fumble for the gate latch, hoping I can find her night rug on the fence. Pheobe’s main concern is that I lose no time at all before tipping her feed into a field bucket.

Phoebe starts slurping and eating with delight, lifting her pale head which now has a brown muzzle to rub happily on my jacket. My next port of call is the rug on the fence and too often I am wearing thin trousers and last minute gym shoes so as I tiptoe towards the rug I fail to avoid the nettles, meaning to make a note to strim them which I forget by the time it is morning.

Returning in triumph to an unmoving Phoebe I fumble to feel which way round the rug goes. She has found the apple in her food so continues to munch in noisy delight. Happily I am winning with front buckles and am just bending underneath her for the tummy straps. After such success it is time to bury my face in her neck and breathe in the familiar smells. A slow stroke of her neck and neatly straightening her mane one way and I wish Phoebe goodnight and her huge dark eyes quietly checking  around, focus on me before the bucket calls once more. 

The equine eye is one of the largest of any land mammal. Horses have a range of vision of about 350°, and unlike people can look left and right at the same time but it is their their binocular vision helps a horses assess depth and is sharply accurate. Thus a horse will be looking straight at an object, raising its head when it looks to gauge a jump or at a distant predator. To use binocular vision on a closer object near the ground, such as a snake or threat to its feet, the horse drops its nose and looks downward with its neck somewhat arched.

Their eyes are well adjusted for dim light but take some time to adjust from brightness to dark  -  in fact up to 45 minutes, which is far longer than a person (25 minutes). Therefore leading a horse from a sunny field to a dim stable means he or she  cannot see to begin with.

They are sensitive to pattern , thus riding along an avenue here which suddenly has a car parked up or catching sight of an unexpected movement causes an instant reaction. Horses naturally see the blue and green colours of the spectrum and the variations based upon them, but apparently cannot distinguish red. Contrast however really matters and helps them find the jumps in a show ring. They have better vision on slightly cloudy days, relative to bright, sunny days as there is less flattening glare.

By the time I leave Phoebe my own eyes have adjusted better to the half dark. I still feel for the gate latch but find the dogs the other side waiting patiently watching. I turn to give a small handful of food to a slightly indignant Elsa (the Shetland pony) who does not actually need much at all, although not her view, but does not want to be left out and makes that very clear. She has seen and heard all my goings on.

It is a very settling part of the closure of each day with the sounds of the owls and rustling of other creatures ..a magical world.

 

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7 Comments

Karen Farris
October 26, 2026 at 01:29 pm

Lovely the pictures of the darkest hour did you and lord Carnarvon have a wonderful weekend lam fan of Downton Abbey and highcelere castle

Cynthia Van. Oris
October 26, 2026 at 01:37 pm

Don’t know if visiting  HighClere again is in the cards for me so I look forward to receiving every post sent out.

Mary J
October 26, 2026 at 02:00 pm

A lovely tribute to the deep affection shared by so many people for their own horses. Don't forget those rainy, windy nights when feeding is challenging, or even the 2 a.m. trips to carry a bucket of warm mash and to break ice on the water trough with a hatchet. It's love that makes the world seem magical..

hugo moeyaert
October 26, 2026 at 02:06 pm

My Lady, I just don't understand how you manage to write those interesting articles week after week after week. Living in such an enormous castle and Estate and estate and finding the time to write...


Greetings from Bruges.
Hugo Moeyaert

gaynor
October 26, 2026 at 02:13 pm

When I owned a barn full of horses the early morning or late night feed was the happiest part of my day. Like dogs...they welcome your presence and sense calm.
other half used to marvel at the fact that I could make it to the barn and back with no flashlight but habits with people are similar to horses and I would notice the slightest
changes in the landscape or the horses behavior. How I loved my equines....

Julia Thompson
October 26, 2026 at 02:27 pm

Thank you for sharing this lovely essay.

DAWN HICKS
October 26, 2026 at 02:42 pm

Thank you for that wonderful memory of burying your face into the mane and neck of your horse and breathing in that wonderful smell - it immediately brought back memories and reminds me of how much I miss having horses.

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