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The risk we horse riders take.
The Risk we Horse Riders take.
Yesterday I happened to come across the report of an inquest into the accidental death of a horse riding lady named Sandra. It was apparent that I had known this same lady as ‘The Mistress Sandra’ for she was the joint master of a foxhunt whose hunting ground is the upland moors of the Brecon Beacons.
Anyone who knows Mid Wales will quickly confirm that the terrain of these moors is rough, hilly and treacherous to the inexperienced horse and rider. Yet it was over such bill top moorland wastes that this lady had regularly galloped in the pursuit of a huntsman in a red jacket, who was chasing after a pack of hounds, which in turn was baying for the blood of a wily fox. To follow the hunt provided a day of exhilarating riding. Sandra, a sprightly 67 year old had been riding as a farmer’s daughter since a child. Her horse was a very sure footed and capable grey cob mare. The couple made a formidable horse and rider combination who were used to riding amongst a herd of excited horses over uneven terrain in all weathers. To say that The Mistress Sandra was a formidable horsewoman would be no false description.
According to the report of the inquest, Sandra together with her equally competent sister had gone out early in the morning to exercise the horses so as to keep them fit for hunting. The route they took down through the single track country lanes was well known to them. They were dressed appropriately with a warm jacket, riding boots, gloves and both were wearing riding hats. As they rode down to a bend in the lane from uphill, around the corner appeared a farmer on a quad bike towing a small trailer carrying three farm dogs. Both horses startled, the sister retained her seat despite her horse spinning round, but Sandra came off her horse and banged her head on the tarmac. She was taken to hospital but within seven days she was pronounced dead from a fractured skull and the swelling of the brain.
As I read the details of the incident so many questions came to mind as to how such an incident could result in the death of this lady. She was a life long experienced horsewoman, riding a well schooled horse which she had known since a youngster, on terrain she knew well in company with a competent companion on an equally sensible horse. The accident took place within half an hour’s drive of the Accident & Emergency centre of the major hospital in the area. A quad bike is a noisy machine which the horses would have heard coming long before it reached the bend. If I had the answers to my questions maybe I might have been able to apportion blame for such a tragic outcome but for sure there would have been no single dominant factor for such an accident unless perhaps a helicopter had flown low and directly overhead.
I read the report and asked myself what was there for me to learn? I came to the conclusion that there was no point in delving into the details of the incident.
The farmer had not meant to startle the horses.
Sandra had withstood far sharper shies from her horse whilst hunting.
She was wearing a riding hat to protect her skull.
The location of the fall was a quiet single width country lane.
My only query was how long did it take for her to receive medical treatment
In all probability no one had really made a fundamental mistake which on its own had led to the death of this rider. There was no blame to cast.
The lesson I learned in that instant was that horse riding is a dangerous sport because one’s head is always at least two meters from the ground at all times. And if one’s head hits the ground from that height, the probability is that the brain will bleed from the shock of impact.
In this instance if any blame was to be apportioned it was Sandra’ s - for ever putting her foot in the stirrup iron some sixty years previously. However as her husband said to me, in effect she died unexpectedly, doing what she loved to do, mounted on her much loved horse in the company of her sister. Luckily even in death there was no prolonged agony or suffering for her.
In contrast, a few years ago I fell off my trusty steed at speed and I hit the tarmac hard. Luckily I could stand up, so I walked after the horse, caught it, mounted up and rode groggily home. Over the next few days a lump as big as a football grew over my lower spine. My riding hat had to be discarded because of the stones embedded in the area of the riding hat which had protected the base of my neck against the full force of my head hitting the tarmacced surface of the road from which I suffered minor concussion. My riding jacket had been torn to shreds.
I had been so, so, lucky whereas Mistress Sandra had been so unlucky. If any individual decides to ride a horse, then he or she takes the risk of serious injury or even death. At best, all the rider can do is to learn how to minimize the risks of injury but for sure even good safe practice cannot eliminate all of the risks involved when playing with half a ton of wilful horse. But being lucky is one of the gifts of life isn’t it?
I'll miss The Mistress Sandra, she was a lovely lady and a lot of fun to ride alongside. She was pivotal for my experiencing good memories of times spent on my own horse and not many people have the ability to grant that gift.
You're telling of a sad but lovely story was a pleasure to read. I think of the dangers of riding occasionally but then I think of the dangers of living as well. I take the stance that doing things we love is worth any percentage of odds for injury. Life is after all, extemely short.
I'm sure Mistress Sandra, if she could speak of her demise, would be glad at the way of her passing.
I am so very sorry for your loss. Rest in peace Mistress Sandra.
As active as it sounds like she was in the sport, I am sure if she could have chosen this over some terrible disease, she would have.
I think we all give much more thought to the dangers as we age. But we do that with everything in life, we don't drive cars like we did when we were teenagers either.
Again I am very sorry for your loss.
Once, a horse spun out from under me when I'd relaxed too much (lesson over, just hangin' for a moment). Perhaps Mistress had relaxed too much, as well. Perhaps her sister had kept her guard up & stayed alert (did either of them hear the vehicle before it appeared?), thus was able to stay with her horse through its spin.
I am sorry for your loss, and I will say that many highly experienced riders have encountered catastrophe, despite all their experience and skills. It is a sad fact that accidents happen, no matter how much effort one tries to put into preventing them.
That said, you have to "go" some way - either sick in your bed, or from mischance, or ??? If I had to pick a way to pass on, for myself, it would definitely be quick (as this was) and if it happened while I was doing something I loved passionately (like horses or skiing)...that would be a plus. I don't think I could ask for more than to enjoy myself right up until the end, given that the end must arrive for all of us at some point.
So sorry for your loss! :(
But I must say..as a Christian there is time set for us to return home, and I trust God if I die riding my horse or walking the stallion to the barn then so be it I will die doing what I love and I will go home.
My point being if someone died in a car wreck, and someone said "If he had not wanted to go to his friends house he would not have died." Well I hate to say it but that person would have died that day anyways. Be it in a car wreck, walking his dog, swimming, or sleeping.
We all have a appointed time to return home. But I trust God everytime I put my foot in the stirrup, or lead a horse. I put my trust in Him.
Your friend is in a better place now :) But you will see her again, someday.
Barry, I am sorry for your loss of your friend. Thank you for your lovely tribute to the Mistress Sandra. I wish I could have known her! Also thank you for your balanced message to us all who need to be reminded of those 2 meters of distance and the thin shield of flesh and bone that keeps us on the lucky side of life.
Thank you for taking the time to share such a story. I could just see it all, good and bad. You have such a way with words. I suppose Miss Sandra knew that it was a possible end to her life, every time she mounted up.
Makes me think . . . .
So Sorry .
I am so sorry that you lost your riding friend. I do not yet know what that feels like, but I have nevertheless lost a good friend to tragedy and understand the emotions that accompany the seemingly irrational and cruel circumstances that accompany such a loss.
You have beautifully eulogized your riding companion with your words here on this forum. I will appreciate you, your friend, and all others who live to ride every time I mount my horse.
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