As you might have seen, I am Victoria Brant a self-published author, blogger and equestrian living in rural Lincolnshire, UK. Since 2017, I have released three published titles of confidence giving memoirs documenting a journey back from limited confidence to getting out competing with my wonderful horses. Having horses makes it sound as though I might have a big pot of cash and a trouble free existence but you couldn’t be more wrong. Keeping my two beloved horses on a shoestring and working hard to fund my passion, this is a REAL LIFE journey of overcoming the odds to find happiness. 

I first sat on a pony at the age of 7, rode at a riding school on a Saturday for 3 years. After the addiction hit, I began helping with the hunt horses at a local hunt yard. At 12, I started working as a cover groom for that private hunt yard, 1.5 days a week and cubbing/hunting as often as a school sick note allowed.

I learnt from some of the most knowledgeably old fashioned horse people in the industry of how to foal, feed, train and run (like clockwork) a busy yard filled with big athletes. For that opportunity, I will remain eternally grateful.  I trained and received the Pony Club tests and taught for a few years (signed off my BHSAI hours), ran various yards from Polo
to Dressage and everything in between. I competed for a local family, a handful of event horses – Most of them are my dear shining stars in the sky now.

Around all of this I studied, blagged 14 GCSE’s, 5 A levels and very nearly a BA (hons) degree in Marketing and PR. After a series of sh!t jobs, landed a good one, and I bought my very first horse at the age of 24. MINE, MY OWN ONE. No longer riding for other people fearlessly – I very slowly but, very surely lost my nerve. Owning my own horses put an unrealistic pressure to get everything perfect onto my shoulders. 

Being short of money meant a series of unsuitable horses and 2 horses in… I was a wreck. The thought of getting on my then big, young, warmblood made me feel violently ill. I sold him. I wanted something safe, something older, something I could cry on and tremble on and not die on. 

I went to look at my scrawny little runt, another young horse Vic – What are you doing?! But 5 not 3 and not a £400 racehorse, a nice young horse… by the sharpest stallion in history! BUT… He was kind, he was gentle, and he was quiet and a little introvert – just like me at the time. At that point I was at rock bloody bottom in every way. I was going through a
turbulent marriage/divorce and needed the love of this pony just as much as he needed me…