Epona Equine Care Services & Scott Hill Sporthorses

Epona Equine Care Services & Scott Hill Sporthorses Grazing / Agistment / Facility Hire (arena, round pen, jumps paddock). Epona is also home to Scott Hill Sporthorses - breeders of quality warmbloods.

We have 90 acres with full-sized arena, round pen, jumps paddock, direct access to Riverhead Forest, barn with toilet and individual client tack lockers. We are conveniently located in Blackbridge Road, Dairy Flat, just 5-10 minutes from the motorway exits at either Albany or Silverdale.

18/06/2026

That was “quite a lot” alright! His ears as the alpaca took the shortcut! “What the heck?!” 😆😆. Bless. What a fantastic nature he has. So kind.

16/06/2026

I posted this photo and got the horse’s name wrong.

Russell Crowe corrected me.

Not because he wanted to talk about himself. Not because he wanted to promote a movie. He corrected me because the horse deserved to be remembered by the right name.

He wrote:

“That white horse is Rusty. He has passed on. George was the dark horse at the beginning of Gladiator. The one Max makes the ‘2 weeks from now I will be harvesting my grapes’ speech, ‘What we do in life…’ etc. George has also passed on. I’ll ride them both again… but not yet.”

I’ve thought about that comment quite a bit since then.

What struck me wasn’t that Russell Crowe remembered the horses. What struck me was that after all these years, all the movies, all the success, all the people he’s met, he still cared enough to make sure Rusty was remembered as Rusty and George was remembered as George.

Horse people understand that.

A good horse is never just a horse.

They become attached to seasons of your life. Certain trails. Certain jobs. Certain adventures. Sometimes they carry you through the best years of your life. Sometimes they carry you through the hardest ones.

Years later, you may not remember what truck you drove. You may not remember what saddle you rode. You may not even remember what year it was.

But you remember the good ones.

You remember the sound of their nicker when they saw you coming. You remember how they looked standing at the gate. You remember the feel of their stride, the little quirks that made them uniquely themselves, and the quiet confidence that came from knowing exactly who was underneath you.

That is why I think Russell’s final sentence resonated with so many people.

“I’ll ride them both again… but not yet.”

That isn’t really a movie quote.

It’s something every horse person who has ever lost a great horse understands.

Here’s to Rusty.

Here’s to George.

And here’s to the good ones who become part of our story long after they’re gone.

16/06/2026

I think one of the reasons horses heal people is that horses do not care who you were yesterday.

They do not know your resume.

They do not know your failures.

They do not know your reputation.

They do not know how much money you have.

They do not know how many followers you have.

They do not know whether other people think you are successful.

They meet you here.

Now.

In this moment.

And there is something profoundly liberating about that.

Humans spend so much of life carrying stories.

Stories about ourselves.

Stories about each other.

Stories about who deserves love.

Who deserves respect.

Who deserves belonging.

Who deserves another chance.

But horses seem largely uninterested in stories.

They care about presence.

Congruence.

Honesty.

Safety.

You can stand beside a horse carrying decades of regret and the horse will not ask where you've been.

You can arrive with a broken heart and the horse will not ask what you did wrong.

You can show up exhausted from trying to be everything for everyone and the horse will not ask why you haven't tried harder.

The horse simply encounters the being standing in front of them.

And perhaps that is why time with horses can feel so sacred.

For a little while, we get to step outside the stories.

The old identities.

The successes.

The failures.

The masks.

And remember that beneath all of that, there is something simpler.

A living being.

Meeting another living being.

Nothing to prove.

Nothing to defend.

Nothing to become.

Just this moment.

Just this life.

Just this quiet opportunity to be exactly who we are.

16/06/2026
Gold 🌟🤣
19/05/2026

Gold 🌟🤣

Credit goes to Stephen Forbes, but this is so damn accurate. I will be crying in my truck because the wind changed directions. 😂

Dressage is absolutely, unequivocally dumb.

We spend decades and life savings trying to convince a horse, an animal that would rather nap or fart in a field, to perform controlled interpretive dance… while we wear white stretchy pants and pretend we’re not crying inside.

We argue online about nosebands and neck lengths.
We watch slow-motion trot videos like they’re Oscar-nominated films.
We talk about “feel” like it’s a sixth sense, and nod solemnly when someone says, “He wasn’t truly through in the right rein.”

Nobody knows what that means. We just say it so we don’t feel alone.

“Needs more schwung.”
Schwung????
Apparently it’s German for "make it fancy and pray".
We all pretend to know, then throw money at a new saddle pad hoping it comes with free schwung.

Special this month: Every new Solo bridle now ships with 3 ounces of authentic German schwung. Use responsibly.

And we obsess over the perfect halt.
THE. PERFECT. HALT.
As if a square halt will heal our childhood wounds.

We film our rides. Watch them back. Cry a little.
Zoom in. Rewind. Cry again.
"Why is my left leg doing that?!?"

We whisper sweet nothings to an animal that just tried to murder us because the wind changed direction.
We spend fortunes, literal fortunes, so a stranger in a box can frown at us and say: “Tension throughout.”
(You mean me or the horse?)

And speaking of showing.
There's you, before your class, sitting in the front seat of your Subaru, white breeches slightly transparent in the wrong places, eating a granola bar, listening to whale sounds to calm your nerves, and somehow believing this will help you nail that medium trot.
(It won’t. But you keep listening.)

And the wildest part? We take this seriously.
Like Olympic-level seriously.
Like, cry-in-the-stall-because-your-horse-has-a-poo-stain seriously.

But here’s the twist:

There’s something addictively beautiful about devoting your life to something this ridiculous.

To whispering with your body.
To the micro-conversations.
To trying to talk to your horse in French… with your seatbones.
It’s composing a symphony using only your spine, breath, and unresolved anxiety.

But that's just it, the best parts of life are kind of dumb.

Love is dumb.
Poetry is dumb.
Art is dumb.
Pursuing perfection you’ll never reach? Extra dumb.

But that’s what makes it holy.
So yeah, dressage is dumb.

Which makes it kind of genius.

15/05/2026
15/05/2026

Every school had one didn’t it…🤣🐴

The horse girl. The weird horse kid. (I mean weird in an endearing way 😘) The one who:

✨ drew horses on every school book ✨ knew 47 horse breeds but not basic maths ✨ smelt faintly of hay and stable ✨ spent lessons doodling tack sets ✨ read horse magazines hidden inside textbooks ✨ turned every conversation back to horses somehow ✨ got emotionally attached to random ponies after one ride

The one who’d rather spend weekends at the yard than literally anywhere else.

And honestly?

Most of us are STILL that kid… just taller, more tired, and now financially responsible for our obsession 🤣💸

But looking back now… maybe we weren’t weird.

Maybe we just found our safe place early.

Because horses gave a lot of us: 🖤 confidence 🖤 routine 🖤 identity 🖤 connection 🖤 escapism 🖤 purpose

In a world where many of us felt misunderstood… horses made sense.

So here’s to the "weird" horse kids. The daydreamers. The muddy boot wearers. The ones who never really grew out of it.

Turns out that “phase” became a lifestyle 🤣🐴

10/05/2026
This is so very good.
18/03/2026

This is so very good.

Respect for space.
When I talk about respect for space, I’m not trying to win an argument about dominance or prove I’m the “boss.” I’m talking about something far more practical: a horse cannot be the one making the decisions. Not because the horse is “bad,” and not because the horse is plotting against you—but because a thousand-pound animal making independent decisions in a human world is how people get hurt.

I’ve spent my life around horses, and I’ll tell you the truth as plainly as I can: a horse making the decisions is dangerous for the rider. It’s dangerous in the obvious ways—spooking, bolting, running over you—but it’s also dangerous in the subtle ways people excuse for years until something finally happens. The little decisions become bigger decisions. The small boundary becomes no boundary. Then one day the horse makes a decision at the wrong time, and it turns into a wreck.

So when I ask for a horse to respect my space, what I’m really doing is asking for one essential thing: let me be the leader. Not the bully. Not the dictator. The leader.

Because leadership is how the relationship works. Leadership is what makes the partnership safe. And safety is what allows both the rider and the horse to get what they want out of the relationship.

The Horse Doesn’t Get to Decide Where My Body Goes

Here’s the simplest way I can put it: if a horse can move my feet, that horse is already in charge.

A lot of people don’t realize that’s what’s happening. They call it “he’s just being friendly” or “she’s just a little pushy.” But in the horse’s world, movement equals control. If the horse crowds you and you step away, the horse just learned something. If the horse drags you to the gate and you go with him, he learned something. If the horse leans into you at the mounting block and you adjust to make it work, he learned something.

None of this is evil. It’s just horses being horses.

But if the horse is allowed to make those decisions on the ground, it becomes very likely that the horse will try to make decisions under saddle too—especially when the horse gets worried, excited, tired, frustrated, or distracted. And that’s when it gets dangerous.

So I don’t treat “respect for space” as a manners issue. I treat it as a leadership issue.

A Horse Making Decisions Looks Like This

Most folks think a horse “making decisions” is a big dramatic thing like bolting or bucking.

But the truth is, it starts long before that. It looks like:

stepping into you when you stop

pushing the shoulder into you when you lead

swinging the hip into you when you’re trying to move around them

walking past you instead of with you

drifting into your bubble while you saddle

crowding you at the mounting block

turning their head and leaving you mentally, even if their feet are still standing there

Those are all decisions. They’re small, but they’re real.

And here’s why they matter: a horse that believes it can decide where to put its body will eventually decide where to put its body when it counts. That might be into you, over you, away from you, or through you.

I’m not willing to gamble on that.

Leadership Isn’t About Being Mean—It’s About Taking Responsibility

This is where people get confused, because they hear “leader” and they picture somebody roughing a horse up to prove a point.

That’s not leadership. That’s insecurity.

Leadership is simple: I take responsibility for the decisions so the horse doesn’t have to.

A horse is always looking for someone to answer a question: “Where should I be? What should I do? Is this safe? Are we okay?” If I don’t answer those questions, the horse will. Not because the horse is disrespectful, but because the horse is wired to survive.

And the horse’s survival decisions don’t always match what keeps the rider safe.

A horse’s decision might be: “I’m leaving.”
A horse’s decision might be: “I’m running through this pressure.”
A horse’s decision might be: “I’m going back to the barn.”
A horse’s decision might be: “I’m crowding into you because I feel better close.”

All of those decisions make sense to a horse. None of them are what I want happening with my feet on the ground or my seat in the saddle.

So my job isn’t to punish the horse for being a horse. My job is to show the horse a better system:

You don’t have to make the decisions. I will. And if you follow my leadership, you’ll end up safer and more comfortable than you would on your own.

That’s what a partnership actually is.

Partnership Means Both Sides Get What They Want

A lot of people say they want a partnership, but what they really mean is they want the horse to cooperate while the horse is still in charge.

That’s not partnership. That’s negotiation.

Real partnership looks like this:

The rider gets safety, control, and reliability.

The horse gets clarity, fairness, and relief from having to guess.

That’s the deal.

When I’m consistent about space, what I’m really building is a horse that trusts leadership. Because a horse that trusts leadership will stop feeling like it has to manage everything.

And that changes everything under saddle.

A horse that is allowed to manage you on the ground often becomes a horse that tries to manage the ride: it chooses the speed, the direction, the distance from the gate, the amount of effort, the level of focus. It decides how much it wants to give. It decides when it wants to quit. It decides when it wants to argue.

That’s not a partnership. That’s a horse running the relationship.

A horse can’t run the relationship safely. The horse doesn’t have the same goals as you do. The horse doesn’t have the same understanding of risk. The horse doesn’t think like a human. And the horse should not have to.

“Respect for Space” Is Just the First Leadership Test

I like to keep it simple. Respect for space is the first place I check whether the horse accepts leadership.

If the horse won’t respect space, it’s usually not a training problem yet. It’s a leadership problem.

Because space is the easiest thing in the world to understand: “Don’t walk into me. Don’t push through me. Yield when I ask.”

If a horse can’t do that calmly and consistently, then I already know what I’m going to get later when the questions get harder.

And I’m not saying that to be dramatic. I’m saying it because I’ve watched the pattern a thousand times.

The horse that crowds on the ground becomes the horse that leans on the bridle.

The horse that drags you to the gate becomes the horse that sucks back to the barn.

The horse that won’t yield the shoulder becomes the horse that falls in on circles and ignores leg.

The horse that walks through you becomes the horse that walks through pressure.

It’s the same mindset—just different settings.

What It Looks Like When the Rider Is the Leader

When the rider is truly the leader, you can see it without anybody having to announce it.

It looks like:

The horse stays out of your space unless invited closer.

The horse matches your pace when you lead.

The horse yields the shoulder and hip when asked.

The horse stops when you stop and doesn’t step into you.

The horse waits at the mounting block instead of crawling into your lap.

The horse stays mentally with you, not scanning for its own plan.

And the horse doesn’t do those things because it’s afraid. It does them because it understands the system.

The horse understands: “If I follow this person, my life makes sense.”

That’s what leadership creates—a world that makes sense.

The Rider Being the Leader Doesn’t Mean the Horse Has No Opinion

This matters, because someone always hears “leader” and thinks it means the horse gets treated like a robot.

No.

A horse can have feelings. A horse can be unsure. A horse can be fresh. A horse can be opinionated.

But the horse doesn’t get to turn those feelings into decisions that put the rider at risk.

That’s the line.

I want the horse to be able to express itself within the relationship—without taking control of the relationship.

That’s why I correct space issues. Not because I hate the horse being close. But because I refuse to let closeness become control.

The Big Takeaway

If your horse is crowding you, pushing into you, leaning on you, or moving your feet around, I don’t want you to label your horse as “disrespectful” and get angry.

I want you to label it accurately:

Your horse is making decisions that you should be making.

And any time the horse is making those decisions, your risk goes up—on the ground and in the saddle.

So the goal isn’t dominance. The goal is leadership.

Leadership gives the rider what they want: safety, control, and progress.

Leadership gives the horse what it wants: clarity, fairness, and the comfort of not having to guess.

That’s how you build a partnership that works for both sides—because the rider leads, and the horse follows with confidence.

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