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An Occasional Fictional Series Featuring Mary Hinds and Her Grey Mare Lilly. Mary tucks her scarf around her neck a little snugger. The wind howls overhead, and even through the corridor between the opposing stalls. Only a few of the residents put their heads out to see her. It’s been a difficult night. It’s been difficult for trees and telephone wires, for things that tried to remain in their own places in the face of a cold, stubborn, northwest wind. It’s been uncomfortable on the inside too, with strange, sudden, loud noises. The barn’s rafters rattling even still. You might call it a winter wind. You might, if you didn’t know better by the calendar hanging on the wall, beside...

Last time we learned about Candice Hudson’s determination to be a part of the equestrian world and her compassion in her treatment of her horses. Today we conclude our introduction of Candice as a Brand Ambassador for Red Scarf Equestrian...

Candice Hudson’s earliest memory of riding horses was at her Uncle Kiely’s farm. She had, as a little girl, the dream of some kind of involvement with animals. In her teenage years she dreamed of being a professional within the horse world...

You can’t help but notice the Rectory as you walk along Ontario Street in Collingwood. The beauty and honesty of the Rectory’s stone work, its texture and colour, its stately presence, all invite you to pause for a moment to take in its view. It is stone solid and yet warm and inviting. It is difficult to argue with the invitation. Sitting back a little from the road ... the Rectory seems at peace. Having been constructed circa 1878, the Rectory has, indeed, stood a short distance east from the main street of Collingwood for a very long time, nestled not far from the beauty of Georgian Bay. Sitting back a little from the road, as if politely keeping its...

The fascination began with the book Black Beauty by Anna Sewell before I could even read. I imagine I was about 3 years old when I saw this magnificent black horse with this great flowing mane on a paperback. I remember flipping through the novel feeling dismayed, seeing there were no further illustrations of this awesome animal I had seen on the cover. This is my earliest memory of my equine obsession.  I now dreamt of becoming an equine vet. If I didn’t ride them, I’d heal them.  I told my mother that I wanted to be a horseback rider when I grew up. Yes, that would be the dream. To get paid to ride horses. Perfect. Dolphin trainer was...