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                Elke is not out on a horse, she works in Sligo in Abbott Laboratories. 
                How did she find her way here from Cologne?
           
 "I wanted an Irishman," she says and laughs. We are returning 
                up a winding boreen, redolent of blooming gorse. "No, I couldn't 
                live anywhere else."
 
 Elke and Tommy also run a B&B and take any of Tilman's overflow. 
                To the industrialists from Hamburg and Berlin who come here, the 
                sight every morning when they get up of sea on one side and Ben 
                Bulben on the other is newly mesmerising. Some Continentals first 
                came here over fifteen years ago and have been coming back ever 
                since.
 
 Tilman may speak and drink pints like a Sligo man, but his operation 
                is run with Germanic efficiency. Each horse has a number. Thee 
                are 80 separate sets of tack and grooming equipment, all neatly 
                numbered. Riding rosters are written up for every day. He has 
                a system for taking in guests, based on weekly or long weekend 
                rates. This suits Continentals, but not always the Irish.
 
 "The Irish often want to come and do their own thing," he says.
 
 And although that's difficult to cater for when you run such a 
                big operation, he finds that more and more Irish people are discovering 
                this horseman's paradise in their own backyard. There are a range 
                of deals on offer: you can stay at Horse Holiday Farm and ride 
                for seven days along the shore and under Ben Bulben. Tilman's 
                accommodation is of a high standard, there is a sauna to get your 
                hips working again and the food, I can vouch, is mouth watering. 
                For those who cover more countryside, there are 7-day and 14-day 
                trails through Donegal, reaching as far as Gweebarra. The 7-day 
                Sligo trail keeps along the shore to Lissadell before cutting 
                inland and circumnavigating Lough Gill.
 
 It's 4 pm and Tilman and myself are riding up a lane directly 
                beneath Ben Bulben. It's a stone-laid road, formerly the property 
                - as was much around these parts - of the once mighty Lissadell 
                Estate. Ben Bulben's bare head is in fact too marshy for horses, 
                its sides too steep. We ride up as far as we can safely go and 
                drink in the panorama from this fresh perspective. No matter where 
                you alight around here, your eye is assailed by the vista. From 
                where we sit, all of South Donegal is visible. Miles away, down 
                on distant Streedagh strand, the tide has turned.
 
 Big Black Pints and Angelus Bells
 
 To go through Grange village once without stopping at John Lang's 
                public house is difficult, but twice is impossible. Tethering 
                our horses to a post, we nip in the front door. Tilman is greeted 
                by all and sundry - which is to say, 15 men on stools in this 
                tiny bar-cum-grocers, all drinking black pints. All the fittings 
                and seats are of ancient wood, time stained and mellow. Ceiling 
                hooks remind of days when hams and kettles and rubber boots hung 
                there. "Ave Maria" is playing again in the church next door where 
                there's a brisk trade going this evening in First Confessions. 
                I've been riding now for six hours - but we're not done with it 
                yet.
 
 Tilman wants me to see Ben Bulben in the evening light, so we 
                jog back down on to Streedagh strand. Tilman's whole life is horses. 
                He has raised his two sons, Donnacha and Heinrich, to be European 
                class show jumpers - but now the lads have turned to study: Donnacha 
                is reading an Arts degree in NUI Galway, whilst Heinrich is studying 
                science as a prelude to enrolling in a veterinary college. Both 
                lads continue to love horses: Heinrich is vice-captain of the 
                NUIG Equestrian Club.
 
 The sun is about to sink beneath Slieve League and in the process 
                has set Ben Bulben alight. We stand the horses in the water and 
                watch the magic of the end of day. I doubt I'll be able to walk 
                upright tomorrow - it's been a few years since I've spent one 
                whole day in the saddle. But let me tell you: every minute today 
                has been worth it. This is one of the best kept secrets in Ireland. 
                And now it's out.
 
 
 
           Tilman and 
                Colette Anhold
           Horse Holiday Farm Ltd.
 Grange County Sligo Ireland
 Telephone : (071) 9166152
 Fax : (071) 9166400
 From Europe Telephone : 00 353 71 9166152
 Fax : 00 353 71 9166400
 
 Formular: Anfrage und Reservierung 
 Anreisemöglichkeiten zur Horse 
                Holiday Farm 
The Horse Holiday Farm is Bord Fáilte (Irish Tourist Board) 
                approved and
 a member of A.I.R.E., the Association of Irish Riding Establishments.
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