When I was six years old my parents gave me a rocking horse. With it began my passion for these beautiful animals. Unfortunately my parents didn’t have their own horse, but the neighbours did.

Later, as an adult, I worked in agriculture for a long time. At that time horses were still used to till the fields. I used every opportunity to ride my working horse from the field to the farm and back; without a saddle of course.

What thrills me particularly is their power and beauty. The trust and understanding of the animal must be earned. I would have loved my own horse. At that time this was only something rich people could afford. Therefore, I went to a lot of horse races.

So my steed has been with me my whole life long.