"Horses with this wonderful mix of blood are a dying breed.
Ireland took the hideous step a few years ago of                                  developing the 'Irish Sport Horse'".This story was found on an English Based Web Site. Many agree with Lucinda Green.
                                 Equestrianism: Doctor's focus put to test
 
                                 By Lucinda Green  (Filed: 01/05/2003)
 
                                  The intense professionalism of its participants, present at
                                 the top end of all sport, will be no less evident at this
                                 weekend's Mitsubishi Badminton Horse Trials. The genuine
                                 amateur is still alive, though. Army doctor Vanessa
                                 Lloyd-Davies, and the contrastingly huge Don Giovanni,
                                 will make their debut in today's dressage phase at the
                                 greatest horse trials in the world.
 
                                 The diminutive doctor fell in love with Don Giovanni six
                                 years ago when he was a gangly, unkempt four-year-old.
                                 They have worked their way through the grades, and last
                                 September achieved Lloyd-Davies's lifelong ambition, to
                                 complete Burghley, her local top-level, four-star event.
 
                                 Lloyd-Davies is no stranger to pressure, danger and
                                 definitive focus, but does not readily impart a wealth of
                                 tales of war from her time spent a decade ago as the sole
                                 Briton leading a team of United Nations medics in
                                 Sarajevo. She chats plenty but is not one to emphasise
                                 anything more than the honour of helping during those
                                 war-ravaged months.
 
                                 It is clear that this 42-year-old is superb at maintaining her
                                 focus when, literally, under fire. Children on the steps of a
                                 building in Sarajevo were under mortar attack. It never
                                 crossed her mind as she began treating those that were
                                 treatable that she, too, was in mortal danger. "The thing
                                 about treating any casualty is you're trained to focus in on
                                 the problem, unaware of anything else," she says.
 
                                 She can similarly focus on her cross-country riding. "It
                                 requires intelligent aggression and it fits my personality
                                 better than the deliberate, pedantic approach of show
                                 jumping."
 
                                 Only two years before she rode at Burghley, she was there
                                 as part of the medical team vainly trying to save Simon
                                 Long's life, after his horse landed on him.
 
                                 "I don't - can't - let those thoughts impinge on my riding or
                                 it would be impossible. When I was waiting to start the
                                 steeplechase phase there, Buck Davidson had just
                                 sustained a broken back. I was in deep, technical
                                 discussion with the course doctor about exactly where his
                                 injury was, and nearly missed my start."
 
                                 This laudable, pragmatic attitude is deeply engraved from
                                 10 generations of doctors within her Welsh family roots.
                                 Her un-horsey father, a London surgeon, was unwittingly
                                 responsible for fuelling his daughter's equine passion. One
                                 of his patients, Labour peer and former MP Reggie Paget,
                                 wanted to do his surgeon a favour, so kidnapped his
                                 pony-mad 13-year-old daughter and introduced her to
                                 hunting in Leicestershire. "And I never wanted to live
                                 anywhere else after that," she says.
 
                                 Following a classic education, Benenden and Oxford, she
                                 met Andrew Jacks at St Thomas' Medical School in London.
                                 She was 18, he 21. Five years later they married, both
                                 joining the Army.
 
                                 Now a colonel and eye surgeon, Jacks is somewhere deep
                                 in Iraq. His wife only knows that he will not be back for
                                 Badminton, "but I did hear from one of the patients he
                                 sent back home that he was sitting in a trench with
                                 pneumonia and a respirator on". She laughs, but the strain
                                 of her husband being away for so long is telling.
 
                                 She is half as bouncy as normal and admits that he is her
                                 rock and that it has been a much harder build-up to
                                 Badminton than to Burghley. Having recently moved to a
                                 farm house with three acres in her beloved Leicestershire,
                                 she finds it hard keeping everything going on her own, as
                                 well as maintaining her three-day-a-week job as the, now
                                 civilian, doctor to the King's Troop at St John's Wood.
 
                                 Natalie Edwards has been with her and Don Giovanni for
                                 two seasons. She takes him on long, slow hacks up and
                                 down the Leicestershire hills while her boss works in
                                 London. Lloyd-Davies then adds what she can of fitness
                                 gallops, dressage in whatever field she finds out hacking,
                                 and show jumping only when she goes for an occasional
                                 lesson.
 
                                 The brown, 17.2-hand gelding bred in Ireland by an
                                 American sire, Don Tristan out of an Irish draught mare, is
                                 all quality and class, with an unusually exquisite head and
                                 eyes. You can trace parts of his body back to his mother's
                                 cart-pulling side, but as is so often the case, those traits
                                 are what produce the enormous power and balance you
                                 feel when you ride him.
 
                                 Horses with this wonderful mix of blood are a dying breed.
                                 Ireland took the hideous step a few years ago of
                                 developing the 'Irish Sport Horse'. For this, they imported
                                 the more posy-moving German warm-blood, whose past is
                                 seeped in carriages and indoor riding halls, as the
                                 alternative to their own indigenous, plainer-moving Irish
                                 draught, evolved from horses that best crossed the
                                 extremes of Irish hunting country.
 
                                 Maybe there is a grain of truth in the assertion that all the
                                 decent Irish draughts had been sold abroad, leaving
                                 insufficient quality from which to breed. The importing of
                                 the flashier European, however, will all too soon dilute the
                                 courage and cat-like cleverness for which Irish horses are
                                 celebrated across the world. The likes of Don Giovanni will
                                 soon be found only in the history books.
 
                                 Don Giovanni is gentle, laid back, does not pull and loves
                                 his cross-country. He has a well-hidden nervous side
                                 though, discovered when he gently bit me. He is terrified
                                 of the whip and of horses coming towards him, which does
                                 not stop him doing a good job in the dressage. It is only
                                 his show jumping that has, unusually considering his
                                 breeding, been rather expensive. He becomes very tense
                                 and poles roll so easily.
 
                                 "No event has prepared me for the rigours of the four-star
                                 event as well as the Melton Hunt Race [a unique race over
                                 natural country]," Lloyd-Davies said. "That taught me the
                                 sheer survivability and commitment needed. But my
                                 biggest fear is letting my horse down."
 
 
                                  29 April 2003: Funnell in tune for Badminton
 
 
 
 
 
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