In the Metfield of the 1930s you could do all of your shopping without leaving the village, have a choice of pubs and 'spend happy evenings helping to dig potatoes and listening to the old boys.' If this sounds too idyllic to be true, Evelyn Whiting's charming memoir of growing up in this Suffolk community is quick to remind us that making a living from the land was hard and tedious work in those days. There was no electricity and water came from the sky, or from the pond. In this fascinating little book, Evelyn's recollection is sharp and her narrative voice is clear. As readers we draw near - perhaps, as it were, by the fire in the Red Lion or the Old Duke William - to hear her retell her stories of the Metfield characters she remembers so well, and recall a way of life that most of us have never known.
Come along with best selling author Joe Camp and his wife Kathleen on their journey of discovery as these two rank neophytes slowly but surely figured out how to turn their horses lives completely around and turn their steep one-and-a-half acre hillside of rock and dirt into a happy and healthy lifestyle for their entire herd. When Joe and Kathleen acquired their first three horses, soon to be six, they were all living in stalls, wearing metal shoes, and eating sugary feed from a bag. Because so many of the questions they were asking were turning up answers that made no sense they finally began to dig into serious research on their own to determine how their new horses should be living and eating. To dig out the actual facts, not the legends. Not the hearsay. Not the standard "That's the way it's always been done." And what Joe and Kathleen discovered was nothing short of amazing. Virtually everything they had been told to do was diametrically opposed to the way horses - all horses - should actually be living. Read stories you'll love and the information you need. What Readers and Critics Are Saying About Joe Camp "Joe Camp is a master storyteller." The New York Times "Joe Camp is a gifted storyteller and the results are magical. Joe entertains, educates and empowers, baring his own soul while articulating keystone principles of a modern revolution in horsemanship." Rick Lamb, Author and TV/Radio host "The Horse Show" "This book is fantastic It has given me shivers, made me laugh and cry, and I just can't seem to put it down!" Cheryl Pannier, WHO Radio AM 1040 Des Moines "One cannot help but be touched by Camp's love and sympathy for animals and by his eloquence on the subject." Michae Korda The Washington Post "Joe Camp is a natural when it comes to understanding how animals tick and a genius at telling us their story. His books are must-reads for those who love animals of any species." Monty Roberts, Author of New York Times Best-seller The Man Who Listens to Horses "Camp has become something of a master at telling us what can be learned from animals, in this case specifically horses, without making us realize we have been educated, and, that is, perhaps, the mark of a real teacher. The tightly written, simply designed, and powerfully drawn chapters often read like short stories that flow from the heart." Jack L. Kennedy, The Joplin Independent "This book is absolutely fabulous! An amazing, amazing book. You're going to love it." Janet Parshall's America "Joe speaks a clear and simple truth that grabs hold of your heart." Yvonne Welz, Editor, The Horses Hoof Magazine "I wish you could hear my excitement for Joe Camp's new book. It is unique, powerful, needed." Dr. Marty Becker, best-selling author of several Chicken Soup for the Soul books and popular veterinary contributor to ABC's Good Morning America "I got my book yesterday and hold Joe Camp responsible for my bloodshot eyes. I couldn't put it down and morning came early!!! Joe transports me into his words. I feel like I am right there sharing his experiences. And his love for not just horses, but all of God's critters pours out from every page." Ruth Swander - Reader "I love this book! It is so hard to put it down, but I also don't want to read it too fast. I don't want it to end! Every person who loves an animal must have this book. I can't wait for the next one !!!!!!!!!" Nina Black Reid - Reader "I LOVED the book! I had to make myself put it down. Joe and Kathleen have brought so much light to how horses should be treated and cared for. Again, thank you!" Anita Large - Reader "Joe Camp is a gifted writer." MaryKay Thul Longacre - Reader "The Soul of a Horse Blogged is insightful, enlightening, emotionally charged, hilarious, packed with wonderfully candid photography, and is masterfully woven by a consummate storyteller. Wonderful reading!" Harry H. MacDonald - Reader "I simply love the way Joe Camp writes. He stirs my soul." Debbie K -
"One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four--turn to your lady; one, two, three, four--now deep reverence. Now you take her hand; no, not her whole hand--the tips of her fingers; now you lead her to her seat; now a deep bow, so. That will do. You are improving, but you must be more light, more graceful, more courtly in your air; still you will do. "Now run away, Mignon. to the garden; you have madam's permission to gather fruit. "Now, Monsieur Rupert, we will take our lesson in fencing." The above speech was in the French language, and the speaker was a tall, slightly-built man of about fifty years of age. The scene was a long low room, in a mansion situated some two miles from Derby. The month was January, 1702, and King William the Third sat upon the throne. In the room, in addition to the dancing master, were the lad he was teaching, an active, healthy-looking boy between fifteen and sixteen; his partner, a bright-faced French girl of some twelve years of age; and an old man, nearer eighty than seventy, but still erect and active, who sat in a large armchair, looking on. By the alacrity with which the lad went to an armoire and took out the foils, and steel caps with visors which served as fencing masks, it was clear that he preferred the fencing lesson to the dancing. He threw off his coat, buttoned a padded guard across his chest, and handing a foil to his instructor, took his place before him.