Poland is a place like no other. As I alluded to in my latest blog, the grounds of Janów Podlaski, Michalów and Białka are very special indeed. To be there, to drive through those iconic gates at Janów, is a moment guaranteed to induce goosebumps. ‘Special’ does not even begin to cover how amazing the State Studs are, and arriving at them is emotional every time.
So where to start on sharing magical memories? Trying to convey just how special Poland and its horses are? Today is Sunday. It’s almost 12.30pm here, which means that it is 1.30pm in Poland. People will be viewing the sale horses. Enjoying a glass of wine. Relaxing and chatting with friends. The whole world will be watching to see how this auction goes compared to previous years – especially with the new regime in place. So many of us have chosen to stay away. To be there, this year, would feel wrong. Many have gone.
But this piece is not about the politics, the whys and the wherefores. This is about celebrating the horses of Poland, the horses that for so many truly epitomise the true romance of the Arabian horse. Before I delve into my own memories, I have asked a few of my friends, and fervent supporters of the Polish Arabian, to share their recollections.