Pony Camp

This week we sent our eldest, on a 5 day school trip to a Pony Camp. We had originally met the concept of sending our six year old away for 5 days with “You’ve got to be crazy!!!”. But nine months was enough for us to warm up to the idea, and when the interest was shown by our six year old - off she went.

Thirty kids from the school ranging from ages 4-6, chaperoned by teachers, headed off on the train to Mont St Sulpice, Bourgogne (Burgandy). The French must love their Pony Camps because they seem to be everywhere and the French parents at the school didn't appear to think this preschool excursion was abnormal.

Every child on the trip was assigned their own pony and were responsible for walking the Pony on a lead, brushing it, as well as learning to ride and Pony gymnastics (?). P’s pony was named Pelouche (soft toy).

It was a lonely week for us, our permitted one phone call was expectedly unsatisfactory and D was desperate for her sister.

In the end, it was a growth experience for all of us. P came home beaming ear to ear, smelling of pony. D couldn’t keep her hands off of her sister and showered her with hugs and kisses for hours and I was finally relieved of my aching heart.

Hopefully someone involved will give us some photos – I am dying to know more!