26/05/2026
9 years ago today we lost the legend who started Horsehay Goats — my grandad and my best friend, Brian.
The strongest, bravest man I’ve ever known. He built Horsehay Goats from the ground up with pure hard work, passion, and a love for the goats that never faded. He made jokes through his cancer diagnosis and fought it right to the very end. No matter what he was facing, he always put his family first — and the goats always came first too. Even on the day he passed, we were having a huge conversation about the milk results from the last show.
He would have absolutely loved meeting all his great grandchildren, and I know he’d be completely over the moon watching Medi grow up surrounded by the goats he adored so much. Seeing another generation raised amongst the chaos, the kidding pens, and the milking shed would have meant everything to him.
These goats meant just as much to him as they do to us now, and everything I know about goats started with him. From the hard work, to the stubbornness, to the love for the animals — Horsehay exists because of him.
Not a day goes by where he isn’t part of this journey in some way. Every kidding season, every milking, every chaos-filled goat moment reminds me of him.
I’ll keep sharing his legacy, keep building what he started, and keep making him proud.
Horsehay Goats will always have a little bit of Grandad in it. 🤍