
How the yard started
I bought my first horse off a scrap cart on Voortrekker Road in 1998 for six hundred rand, because his hooves had grown over like slippers and I could not drive past him a second time. It was the wrong thing to do. The man who sold him to me needed that cart to eat, and by the Friday he had another horse standing in the same harness in the same state. Buying horses out of Epping does not save horses. It only moves them along. So we do the opposite now. The carters bring their own animals in and take them home again, and I have known some of these men for twenty years. For the first four years I rasped feet on a borrowed stand behind my mother's house in Elsies River. The yard on Gunners Circle came in 2011, with a shed, a wash bay and a gate wide enough for a cart to turn in. I am Marlize Abrahams and I am still here most mornings by six.









