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The real Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare in Dorset

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North Dorset CPRE’s Rupert Hardy looks at Major Gus March-Phillips, whose daring missions helped shape the modern Special Boat Service

Major Gus March-Phillips

Guy Ritchie’s latest film, The Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare, featured a little-known military hero from Dorset: Major Gus March-Phillips. The film was based on the best-selling book of the same name by historian, war reporter and author Damien Lewis, a Dorset resident. As you’d expect, the film takes artistic liberties with the true events that inspired it.
Gus March-Phillips – under the auspices of Special Operations Executive (SOE) – was tasked with destroying part of Germany’s West African U-Boat re-supply operations in 1942. What was not clear from the film was the lasting significance of this Dorset man. He set up the Small Scale Raiding Force (SSRF), also known as 62 Commando, which was one of the precursors to today’s Special Boat Service, the Navy equivalent to the SAS.
Gus was a remarkable figure. After a brief career in the Royal Artillery in India – which he found rather boring – he based himself in Dorset, living in the family home in Blandford, trying to earn a living as a writer. He was keen on sport, especially riding and sailing. With the outbreak of the Second World War, he fought with distinction in the British Expeditionary Force, escaping from Dunkirk. Afterwards he determined to fight in a more unconventional manner than the British Army, which he felt had failed Britain so badly in 1940. Gus was one of the early recruits for the newly formed Special Operations Executive, SOE, tasked by the new Prime Minister, Winston Churchill, with taking the war to the enemy on the continent – to “set Europe ablaze”.
The squad’s covert and ‘ungentlemanly’ tactics against the Nazis not only altered the course of the war but also laid the foundations for modern Black Ops units.

Operation Postmaster
SOE’s loose brief may have been in Europe, but its activities stretched far and wide. Gus was authorised to set up a small team of Commandos, Maid Honour Force, which trained at Poole harbour. In the summer of 1941, the war in North Africa was at a critical point. British forces relied on West African ports to receive vital aircraft and spare parts, but German U-boat attacks posed a severe threat to these supply lines.
Although officially neutral, Spain—under its neo-fascist leader General Franco—was known to favour Hitler. Intelligence reports suggested that the port of Santa Isabel, on the Spanish-controlled island of Fernando Po (now Bioko), was secretly being used as a refuelling and re-arming station for German submarines. Moored in the harbour were three key targets: the Duchessa d’Aosta, an 8,000-ton Italian merchant ship, the Likomba, a 200-ton German tugboat and the Bibundi, a motorised barge.
The chances that any operation would go wrong were very high: and if it did, Spain’s neutrality would have been violated, prompting it to join the Axis powers of Germany and Italy in the war.
It was all very risky – but the SSRF team successfully towed all three boats out of the harbour, having first overpowered the ships’ crews without firing a shot. To ensure the German and Italian commanders were absent when the Maid Honour Force struck, a party was held on shore by undercover SOE agent Richard Lippett.
Operation Postmaster was a huge success – a rare occurrence in 1942. The exploit could have been part of a James Bond story, and might well have been the inspiration behind the Ian Fleming creation – it just so happened that Fleming was then a Naval Intelligence Commander and one of the planners of the top-secret mission.
Gus March-Phillips was awarded a DSO for his role in Operation Postmaster, and soon afterwards he married a fellow SOE agent, Marjorie Stewart.

Anderson Manor is in the village of Anderson in the Winterborne valley

Disaster of Operation Aquatint
He was now authorised to set up the SSRF, having found a suitably discreet base in Anderson Manor, deep in the Winterborne Valley near Blandford. The force carried out a series of successful raids into France, using a modified motor torpedo boat (MTB) – a fast, small, torpedo-armed ship designed for close-range attacks in shallow water – nicknamed The Little Pisser because of its outstanding turn of speed. The best known raid was that on the Casquets Lighthouse in the Channel Islands in September 1941, when the SSRF captured some German personnel and all their code books.
The success of these operations was attributed to diligent preparation, high fitness, excellent morale and speedy execution.
However, later that month their luck changed: during Operation Aquatint, a navigational error meant they ended up on the wrong Normandy beach.
Gus asked his team ‘What do you think chaps? Shall we have a bash?’, but they were soon discovered by a German patrol. Half were captured, and three killed, including Gus. He was buried in St Laurent–sur Mer nearby. His death was a severe blow to SSRF, but they reformed and continued to raid France for another year.
Looking back, Gus was seen as an inspirational leader, able to motivate and delegate and known for extraordinary bravery. Marcus Binney, whose father served in SOE, said ‘he had the guts and derring-do to carry off great coups, as well as an engaging ability to admit his own fear to others. But while courage was his greatest attribute, it was also his undoing, for at times it veered into foolhardiness.’
Anderson Manor was used as the SOE base until the end of the war. The commandoes’ presence, however, continued to be felt afterwards. The current owner’s daughter, then aged three, casually told her parents about a man who stood several times in her room, decribing him as wearing what can be assumed was Commando attire. The ghost of one of those men? James Bond?

The SSRF training in their MTB 344, nicknamed The Little Pisser

The most famous agent
There are no shortage of clues to tell us what inspired Ian Fleming. Gus worked for Brigadier Colin Gubbins, whose code name was M, after his middle initial. The Q Department of his Bond stories may relate to a day when Ian visited Maid Honour Force in Poole harbour: it was an adapted Brixham trawler, whose deck house could suddenly collapse to reveal a two pounder cannon.
Gus had been an author and poet. His spy novel Ace High featured a hero called John Spake, who fitted well the James Bond mould. Had Gus survived the war would his own fictional character have been as well known as James Bond? Fleming went to school in Dorset too, at Durnford House. They were all Dorset heroes.

Spring is finally springing

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Dorset FCN has been very busy hosting our two winter quizzes – more than 250 people joined us at Symondsbury Barn and the Udder Farm Shop. Both events were terrific, achieving the goal of getting people together to have a really fun evening, with supper and a quiz. Thank you to all those that supported the two events.
As I write this, we have definitely morphed back into winter: it is looking extremely bleak outside. But spring is just around the corner, and by the time you read this I suspect the sun will be shining on lush new growth: snowdrops, daffodils, primroses and, soon, bluebells. Of course there is nothing better than newborn lambs running around a paddock.
When politics disrupts the equilibrium of country life, it can sometimes be tough to see the wood for the trees. FCN are here to help and listen – if anybody is worried in the current climate, please do not worry about things on your own. Use your family, friends and community to help get through this period.
If you need us for any reason, you can email me (Bec) on bec.fcn@gmail.com or you can reach Barrie on Barrie.fcn@gmail.com
The confidential, national helpline is open every day of the year, from 7am to 11pm. Volunteers provide free, confidential support to anyone who seeks help: call 03000 111 999

CANCELLED: 2025 Golden Age of Aviation Air Show at Compton Abbas Airfield

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Aero Legends has announced the postponement of this year’s Golden Age of Aviation Air Show, which had been scheduled for 9th and 10th August 2025 at Compton Abbas Airfield.

Following their successful lease of the airfield last year, Aero Legends had hoped to build on the success of the 2024 show – which was impacted on the first day of the two day event by the ever-unpredictable British summer, grounding many of the first day’s planned highlights. Crowds did get to enjoy the Navy Wings’ historic aircraft team, the P-51 Mustang solo, Spitfire Elizabeth, and the Stampe Display team, as well as the arrivals of the Tiger Nine and the Aerosuperbatics Wing Walkers.

The 2025 event was set to deliver another thrilling weekend, with awe-inspiring Warbird displays, classic biplanes, high-octane aerobatics from world-class pilots, and an immersive aviation experience packed with history, nostalgia and innovation. The event organisers had promised improved facilities, static aircraft displays, pilot meet-and-greets and free parking with shuttle buses were all part of the programme.

However, following extensive discussions, Aero Legends has now made the decision to pause the event for this year, citing widespread economic uncertainty as a key factor.

Jason Hammond, manager at Compton Abbas Airfield, told local councillors: “We remain committed to bringing a world-class aviation celebration to Compton Abbas and will use this time to re-plan and relaunch in 2026. We’re grateful for the community’s ongoing support.”

The airfield’s website will be updated shortly. Local residents and aviation fans are encouraged to share the news with others who may have been planning to attend.

Gillingham | Then & Now

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Step back in time with our ‘Then and Now’ feature, where vintage postcards from the Barry Cuff Collection meet modern-day reality. Explore the past and present on the same page, and see the evolution of familiar local places. ‘Now’ images by Courtenay Hitchcock

Paris House originally stood at the corner of High Street and Station Road (left of the picture). It was a three-storey specialist outfitters, drapers and milliners owned by the Pitman family (Thomas and George). Part of the building remains as the adjacent newsagents. The remainder was demolished to make way for the National Provincial Bank, below, which was later the town’s library.
Neither of the original postcards were posted, so we don’t have a date. However, the three-letter car number plates tell us that it is later than 1932.

The bank, above, is Grade II Listed, built in 1900 to the designs of Sir George Oatley for the Stuckey Banking Company Ltd, a major West Country bank which at one time had a banknote circulation second only to the Bank of England. Stuckey’s was acquired by Parr’s Bank in 1909, which merged in 1919 with London County & Westminster Bank.

Sponsored by The Museum of East Dorset

The Compasses Inn – food worth finding

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Tucked away in the tiny hamlet of Lower Chicksgrove (10 miles north east of Shaftesbury, a mile off the A30), The Compasses Inn is a gentle rebuff to the homogenised modern pub scene. With no passing traffic (unless you count the occasional sheep), this genuinely hidden gem is well worth going out of your way for. In fact, even if you do go looking for it, you may well drive straight past if you’re not careful.

The Compasses Inn, Lower Chicksgrove, from the road – just walk through that heavy oak door under the red roofed porch. The building on the right is now Plum Cottage, the pub’s self-catering cottage which sleeps four. Above the pub are four bedrooms – three doubles and a larger family room. Image: Courtenay Hitchcock, The BV

Stepping into The Compasses feels like a brush with time travel – I suspect a customer from 1863 wouldn’t feel too out of place if they managed a timeslip into 2025. The dimly lit interior, ancient beams and well-worn flagstone floors exude a sense of continuity that has likely remained unchanged for centuries. But it’s no pastiche of Ye Old Inne: whether you’re enjoying a candlelit dinner or tucking into breakfast as sunlight filters through leaded windows, the ambience is just comfortingly constant – creaking, warm and steeped in quiet history.

The Compasses Inn interior is quirky and characterful, even for breakfast on a bright sunny morning. Image: Laura Hitchcock, The BV

Food that understands the assignment

As you might expect from the son of restaurant critic royalty Fay Maschler, owner Ben oversees a menu that’s a quiet masterclass in understated excellence: classic dishes with just the right amount of flair. We began with a more-than-generous portion of pâté, velvety smooth and light as air, accompanied by a very good red onion marmalade. And yes, the pate portion was enormous – but when it’s this good, that’s hardly a complaint.
The grilled goat’s cheese was equally generous, toasty warm with a creamy centre, accompanied by a well-balanced, texture-filled salad. A fruity dressing on the leaves (perhaps from that blood orange) might have taken it to the next level, but it was already delicious.

The Compasses Inn’s Sunday Roast: pork with apple sauce, and the rare roast beef with the greatest horseradish, accompanied by those huge yorkshires

As it was Sunday, roasts were a must – served from noon through to 8pm. The pork was a highlight: tender, flavourful and crowned with perfect crackling. The beef – very rare, deeply savoury and utterly tender – ran it close. Both came with a generous heap of vegetables and a Yorkshire pudding so large it veered into stunt-baking territory. Sadly, it leaned dry: a smaller version which was fluffy and soft would have served us better. The horseradish sauce deserves a special mention – properly hot, but with so much depth and flavour. Courtenay declared it the best he’s ever eaten.

Dessert was a triumph and the absolute star of the night: a sticky date, apricot and walnut sponge that arrived warm and spiced. We’d braced for indulgent heaviness but were met with a surprisingly light, fragrant delight – drenched in sauce, paired with a proper dollop of cream. We’re still talking about it.

Eat, then sleep

If you’re making a night of it (and we thoroughly recommend you do), the rooms are just steps away. Above the pub are four bedrooms – three doubles and a larger family room. We stayed in the self-contained Plum Cottage which adjoins the main building, just outside the front door. It has a spacious, open-plan living area with woodburner and TV (no live channels, but excellent WiFi and every streaming platform you might want), a fully equipped kitchen, and up the stairs to two cosy singles, a spacious double and a smart bathroom. The contrast with the ancient pub couldn’t be starker – bright, minimalist and stylish, with the gentle Danish touch of Ben’s wife evident in the clean lines and calm tones.

Inside Plum Cottage. Images: Courtenay Hitchcock, The BV

It was peacefully quiet until about 2am, when a noisy rook drama kicked off in the trees nearby – nothing too disruptive, just a reminder that you’re deep in the countryside. A peek into the rooms above the pub revealed the same blend of character and comfort, with light, fresh decor that lets the bones of the building speak.

Worth the detour

In a world of copy-paste refurbishments, The Compasses Inn stands firm – a pub with soul, run with care, and the rare ability to make you instantly feel at home. It may be off the beaten path, but that only adds to its charm. Great food, thoughtful accommodation, and a proper night’s sleep – what more could you want?

The Compasses Inn
Lower Chicksgrove
Tisbury, Salisbury
Wiltshire SP3 6NB
T: 01722 714318

The wildlife haven born from a happy accident

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Brownsea Island welcomes thousands of birds and visitors every year. Jonny Owen, Brownsea ranger explains how Dorset Wildlife Trust is stewarding this precious natural environment for future generations and introduces The Lookout, a brand new wildlife observatory with stunning views across the Lagoon.

Adult sandwich tern flying over Brownsea Lagoon, showing its characteristic yellow bill tip or ‘butter from its sandwich’

Brownsea Island’s nature designations include Site of Special Scientific Interest (SSSI), Special Protection Area (SPA), and it is on the Ramsar List (the list of Wetlands of International Importance, the world’s largest network of protected areas). It is also part of the Purbeck Heaths National Nature Reserve (NNR). Behind these bewildering acronyms lies a more rousing truth: a deep collective desire and pledge to protect this natural paradise.
In the early 1960s, Helen Brotherton, CBE BEM Dorset Wildlife Trust’s late founder, sailed her boat to Brownsea to explore, and immeidately recognised the importance of Brownsea’s lagoon to birds such as dunlin, curlew and redshank. Helen set to work mobilising partners like the National Trust as well as the local Poole townspeople to fundraise, successfully outbidding prospective developers to protect Brownsea – which became Dorset Wildlife Trust’s first nature reserve.
In the 1850s, Colonel Waugh built Brownsea’s lagoon wall with more than a million bricks, encircling St Andrew’s Bay to increase his beef cattle pasture. The first world war meant there was little appetite for repairs when the seawall breached in 1916, flooding the cow’s pasture. This happy accident started the quiet transformation of 80 acres into prime brackish lagoon, reedbed, and saltmarsh – a rich mosaic to host a bewitching assemblage of birds.
Typical spring surveys boast 40 or more different wetland species, some of which are present in their thousands: in February this year I counted more than 4,300 dunlin!
Brownsea is vital for overwintering and breeding birds alike. It is the only part of Poole Harbour, which is non-tidal, meaning winter visitors can feed on exposed mud even at high tide, and in summer, nests will not be washed out. Its wall offers shelter and its position within Poole Harbour brings prime fishing opportunities.

The Fine Foundation Lookout.
© Mark Kativu-Smith

Close to the drama
We count every bird on the lagoon weekly – also the eggs, nests and young in the breeding season, giving us data reaching back more than fifty years. In 1972, just five sandwich terns were recorded: by 1979, a whopping 320 birds heralded the future. We saw a steady upward trend in numbers until a record of 509 sandwich terns was recorded in 2020 – I remember the excitement of that day!
From the Tern Hide, visitors can enjoy the closest views of breeding sandwich terns in the country, witnessing the air drops of sand eels to hungry chicks, the aerial acrobats and the deafening melodrama of the tern colony has inspired many young minds towards a career in conservation. Thanks to the generosity of our members and supporters, we are extending the breeding islands, making more space for the birds.
Further around the lagoon is a brand new wildlife observatory, The Fine Foundation Lookout, which will welcome its first visitors when Brownsea re-opens on Saturday 15 March 2025.

View of Sandwich tern breeding islands at sunset ©Jonny Owen

The building is nestled among trees and has been constructed using sustainable materials designed to weather over time and soften into the natural setting of the Lagoon. From its elevated position, visitors will have spectacular views of the many birds which nest and feed on the lagoon.
The Lookout is part of the Wild Brownsea project in partnership with National Trust. It was partly funded by The National Lottery Heritage Fund, with generous contributions from The Fine Foundation, National Trust and of course Dorset Wildlife Trust members and supporters. The aim of the Wild Brownsea project is to make the natural heritage of Brownsea more accessible for people of all ages and backgrounds and has included the construction of boardwalks, improved access to the bird hides and outreach and engagement work with many local community groups.
Brian Bleese, Dorset Wildlife Trust’s chief executive, said: ‘We are delighted to welcome visitors to The Lookout where they can immerse themselves in the rich birdlife of Brownsea Lagoon and discover more about the island’s remarkable wildlife. The building’s innovative design allows visitors to truly connect with nature. Despite the challenges of building in such a remote location, with all materials needing to be transported to the island by boat, the dedication of our contractors, Townsend Timber, and project team turned this exciting vision into reality and I would like to extend my heartfelt thanks to everyone for their hard work and commitment.’

The historic view across Colonol Waugh’s cow pasture towards Brownsea Castle, before the 1916 breach in the sea wall which created what is now a wildlife-rich lagoon

Brownsea Island will be open daily from 15 March to 2 Nov 2025, 10am to 5pm.
More information is available at nationaltrust.org.uk/brownsea-island
Find out more about the Wild Brownsea project here: dorsetwildlifetrust.org.uk/wildbrownsea

Devil’s Posy

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The scent, the colour, the folklore … wildlife writer Jane Adams says wild garlic isn’t just food for the table, it’s a tonic for the end-of-winter soul

A feast for winter-weary eyes – the lush, thick green of fresh wild garlic, glowing in the watery March sunshine. image: Laura Hitchcock

Two things hit you when you step into a wood full of wild garlic: the sharp, pungent scent and the lush, almost irresistible colour that makes you want to dive right in. Each March, I visit a wood just like this. Brown hares lollop lazily around its edges, and one year, a roe deer passed so close I heard its vapourous breath. These places hold a magical quality – calm and quiet, and a world away from the rush of our modern lives. In a few weeks, the wild garlic’s starburst blooms and bluebells’ drooping bells will overwhelm these fresh leaves.
But for now, before the flowers appear, it’s the perfect place to recharge a winter-weary mind and body with a generous dose of green.
It’s probably no surprise to learn that wild garlic, as well as a useful source of food, has a long history of medicinal uses. At one time, it was used to support heart health, lower blood pressure and improve circulation. Rich in sulphur compounds, it shares many of the same benefits as cultivated garlic, though milder. Herbalists also used it as a natural antibiotic and remedy for colds, digestive issues and skin conditions – a perfect way to purify the blood after the harsh winter months.
Wild garlic goes by all sorts of names. You’ll often hear it called ransoms, but also bear’s garlic, gypsy’s onion and stinking nanny (which seems a bit harsh on the nannies!). In Dorset, people believed it either scared off or attracted the Devil, earning it the name devil’s posy. Its powerful, almost otherworldly fragrance likely helped fuel these folklores, giving wild garlic a bit of a mysterious air.

Once the wild garlic blooms, Dorset’s oldest woodlands will be thickly carpeted with vast swathes of the fireworks of white flowers

Foragers love its edible leaves, which pack a real punch of garlicky flavour. It has a long season – four to five months – so you don’t have to rush out and start picking, but they’re best picked before the flowers bloom, usually from late February to early April, as the leaves turn more bitter once the flowers show up.
Me? I’m all for just leaving it be.
Just the sight of its deep unspoiled lushness is enough to purify my sluggish winter blood. And don’t worry, you won’t forget its scent in a hurry. The smell of crushed wild garlic is likely to linger with you for days – even weeks – when it is caught on the soles of your boots. Leave your wellies in your car, and every time you pop to the shops or dash for the school run, you’ll get a little whiff of that green goodness all over again.

Did you know …


The Latin name for wild garlic, Allium ursinum, comes from the word ursa, meaning bear. This is down to the fact that brown bears dig up and eat the bulbs in the wild, leading to one of the plant’s common names, bear’s garlic. If you go down to the woods today, you’re in for a big surprise … but it won’t be a bear!

War, therapy and the wisdom of horses – Diana Robinson’s incredible story

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From rehabilitating traumatised animals to pioneering equine thermography, Diana has spent a lifetime learning their language – and teaching others to listen

Diana Robinson, an advanced equine thermographer and equine masseur in Dorset, has developed the Equus Soul Technique

Diana Robinson’s life has always revolved around horses. Born in Rhodesia (now Zimbabwe) ‘too many years ago,’ as she puts it, she grew up on a farm with a father who loved playing polo and who owned racehorses. She was placed on a horse as soon as she could sit up at eight months old, and from that moment, she has never wanted to get off.
Her childhood was both idyllic and tragic. At almost five years old, she witnessed the devastating effects of a freak polo accident on her father. ‘A ball struck his horse between the eyes, dropping it at full gallop and leaving him with a spinal injury. While not immediately paralysed, he collapsed months later. At the same time, Diana’s mother was diagnosed with cancer. She died while her husband was in hospital, leaving Diana and her siblings to be raised by their grandparents until her father returned home seven months later.
Horses remained a constant source of solace and joy. She was home-schooled for a year, then went to boarding school at seven, but credits her father’s polo ponies as her greatest teachers. Her upbringing was one of independence and resilience: ‘When you’re never told to be frightened of something … you aren’t,’ she says. By her teenage years, she was working at a stud and a racing yard and teaching children to ride.

Diana, aged 6, riding one of her Dad’s polo ponies
in Zimbabwe

War and espionage
As Rhodesia entered its bush war in the 1970s, Diana sought to become an equine vet in the UK. But as a woman, she found doors firmly closed – no one would consider her for large animal work. Returning home, her father encouraged her to join the newly established Rhodesian Women’s Services. After the six-week initiation, it was recommended she join the equine division, which she refused, feeling it was inappropriate at her age to try and teach men to go into battle. Instead, she entered a top-secret signals intelligence unit, where she spent more than three years working in Ciphers and learning about espionage.

In the Rhodesian army with her husband, 1978

Discovering the healing power of horses
Marriage took Diana to South Africa, where her work with equine therapy began in earnest. In Johannesburg, she was asked to take charge of the early days of the Riding for the Disabled unit. She worked alongside leading professors from Onderstepoort, the only institution in South Africa offering a Bachelor of Veterinary Science.
‘I definitely regretted not training as a vet,’ she says, ‘but I found something I loved – the healing side of working with horses. Having had a father in a wheelchair, I instinctively understood. It was fascinating to see how much horses could help disabled people gain independence.’
She began experimenting, bringing in off-the-track under-performing Thoroughbreds. ‘People asked what on earth I thought I was doing,’ she says. ‘Thoroughbreds? For therapy? But the ones that don’t perform that well on the track generally have the most incredible temperament – and it was that temperament, intelligence and sensitivity I was after for therapy work. And it was successful. It really really worked.’
One of her most memorable experiences was with Neil, a 33-year-old man with autism who had never spoken: ‘Someone from the Johannesburg Autistic Society told me, “I don’t want to knock your enthusiasm, but I don’t think you’ll manage what you’re setting out to do.” But I thought, nothing ventured, nothing gained! So I worked with Neil. He was very aggressive initially, but soon began to enjoy the attention. He would come to see the horses but refused to touch them. After I encouraged him to touch and hug trees, he got braver, but even that took some time. After a few months, I got him into the saddle. He was very nervous at first, but we all encouraged him. After a few months of riding once a week, he came to the arena with a more positive attitude. He clambered into the saddle with help, a mile-wide smile crossed his face, and he gave me the thumbs up. He began to trust me. We’d been working patiently with Neil for 17 months, when one morning he indicated I should stop. Looking back at him, I asked, “What do you want, Neil?” He smiled, hesitated a moment, then said, “horsey.” I had a lump in my throat and couldn’t speak for a moment. It was the first word he’d ever spoken in his life. It was a momentous occasion. Sadly, after four years, funding for the programme was cut. But by then, Diana had gained a very deep understanding of the therapeutic value of horses and realised how much of what she’d learnt as a child she could use.

Diana showing her Clydesdale stallion in South Africa in the 1980s: ‘He won every class I entered him in.’

Equine-assisted learning and rehabilitation
Not long after, Diana was attacked as she drove into her home, very badly beaten up and robbed. At the time, car-jackings were quite commonplace in Johannesburg. Her army training helped her cope with the trauma, but the experience pushed her to leave the city. She and her husband moved to a farm in the rural Free State province, where she found healing in the company of her horses. ‘I realised there were many women experiencing the same trauma,’ she says. ‘So I decided to create a peaceful retreat. No psychologists. No formal investigative therapy – just being with my horses, soothing the soul simply by sitting with them, observing.
‘I was using traumatised horses I had been asked to rehabilitate. I noticed that rather than being a greater risk, they were more sensitive to traumatised people. They understood. They responded in way I couldn’t explain then. They so impressed me with he results I had from the ladies in the groups, I developed the Equus Soul Encounters. I watched,I learned, and I began to understand.
‘A number of these retreats were documented in magazines, and I got endless calls to rehabilitate badly-behaved horses. I’d take them on like a kid collecting candy – all horse people will understand that!
I simply loved the results and in 2000 I qualified as an Equine Masseur. I had some amazing horses pass through my hands. Some even stayed!
The rehabilitation process taught me that kindness and the gentle touch is the most rewarding process for the horse. And one of the most interesting things I learned on the course was Pressure Point Therapy. The gentlest of touch creates a reaction, and observing their reaction leads you to a greater understanding of where the muscular issues may lie. I mean, they flick their tails when a fly lands on them.
‘When I work on a horse, I like to observe what they tell me with their ears, their eyes, the chin and the mouth. Their reaction tells me if I’ve got the spot and what kind of pressure I need to use to release a knot! Of course, there’s more to it than that, but my favourite saying is: “Through observation comes wisdom.” And horses are fabulous tutors.’

Hektor and Diana image Courtenay Hitchcock
Hektor (and above) is a huge 21-year-old carriage horse whose career included Royal Ascot. He’s now a happy hacker with his owner Paula Bailey. Image Courtenay Hotchcock

Seeing red
Diana’s training deepened her understanding of how horses compensate for pain and injury. ‘I had 24 horses when I did my massage course: I had plenty to practice on. During this endless practice I learned how roughly we handle these sensitive creatures – most of us are guilty of it. I adjusted my touch and learned so much from their shifting body language and responses. They told me so much when I took the time to listen!
‘Then I was introduced to equine thermography. That blew my mind, as they say! I immediately set about training so that I could combine the use of the infra-red camera with my massage work, because now I could see the inside of the horse, as well as know exactly what was happening on the outside. Having the camera to support me visually I would probe where I saw a problem on the screen, gauging the horse’s reaction. If there was none, I knew the trauma or injury was an old one, no longer troubling the horse.
‘I was trained on an Iris 2000 camera: on humans first, and then I moved to equine. I had two years of training in total. And now with fifteen years of scanning, I have scanned thousands of horses of many different breeds and in an assortment of disciplines. I have learned so much, scanning horses across Africa and Britain.
‘What I have discovered is quite shocking,’ she says. ‘Probably 90 percent of those horses had subluxations – partial dislocations of their joints – that no one had picked up on. A horse can have multiple subluxations and still perform, but they’ve been compensating for their discomfort, and we’ve not noticed. When the demand on their bodies becomes greater – perhaps with a higher level of competition requiring more fluidity – that’s the time they start to resist, and things begin to go wrong. The knock-on effect has been too great, and the resistance shows not just in iffy lameness, but in a change in behaviour: in bucking, rearing, shying, leaning on the farrier, head shaking … many other issues. At this point the poor horse is labelled naughty! But it’s not just the subluxations they are struggling to compensate for, it’s also poor training, poorly-fitted tack, over-biting, poor farriery, perhaps an unbalanced rider … until eventually they become dangerous. Not because they want to be vile, but because we’ve not listened.
The use of thermographics as a diagnostic modality is useful in all equine circumstances. I’ve scanned across the disciplines, but have probably scanned more racehorses and top competition horses than happy hackers.
‘Racehorses really benefit. As their joints are nowhere near closed when they begin their racing career it is vital that, skeletally, they are kept as aligned as possible to avoid these knock-on issues, which hopefully keeps them sound winners! This is especially true for chasers. This can be a ‘quick fix, that lasts!’ And correction doesn’t hurt – in fact you can hear them sigh in relief.
The scanning procedure is simple: an assortment of protocols needs to be adhered to, which are given to the client upon enquiry. There is no radiation risk, and I travel to the horse, saving a lot of money and time. Approximately sixty images are taken, which I download and audit carefully. A full histogram is then emailed to the client 24 hours later, with advice on what has been observed along with a recommendation on which professional needs to treat the horse – which might be a vet, a physiotherapist, chiropractor, farrier or others.
This modality is a wonderful pre-purchase examination too, and great for saddle-fit.’

Connect
Diana’s years of experience have culminated in her book, Connect, a guide to developing a deeper relationship with horses through touch, observation and understanding. She believes that many horse owners – no matter how well-meaning – are often too rough without realising it.
The book delves into everything she has learned, from reading subtle body language to using the thermographic imaging to detect discomfort. It’s a practical and insightful resource for anyone who wants to enhance their relationship with their horse, whether for competition or companionship.
Today, Diana continues her work, consulting with horse owners, trainers, and breeders, and promoting Connect. Her mission is simple: to help people see horses differently.
‘We live such fast-paced lives: we don’t stop to just be,’ she says. ‘We don’t get that opportunity, or we don’t stop ourselves, to just take a breath, take a step back and have a really good look.’

Diana offers demos at yards and clubs for groups to see how equine thermography works.
Please feel free to book a slot: call Diana on 07407 684 605 or email
dianakrobinson22@gmail.com
Diana is an advanced equine thermographer, equine masseur,
equine behaviour specialist, pressure point therapist, lameness and unsoundness specialist.

Fossils to feminism – Dorset’s overlooked women

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Edward Morello MP for West Dorset

The 8th March is International Women’s Day, and while this would be a great time to win some brownie points at home by talking about my amazing (and long-suffering) wife, it is also an opportunity to celebrate some of the many amazing – and too often overlooked – women in West Dorset’s history.
Mary Anning, born in Lyme Regis in 1804, is one of history’s most renowned fossil hunters. Despite facing so many challenges, her discoveries changed the course of palaeontology forever. Today, a statue in Lyme Regis honours her achievements – a tribute made possible through the dedication of two other amazing women: Anya Pearson and Evie Swire, a mother-daughter duo who successfully crowdfunded for the statue.
Yet despite this rich history, there has long been a glaring absence of women represented in our public spaces. Until recently, in Dorchester there were six statues of men, one of a dog, one of a horse, and one of the Queen Mother. But not a single statue of a non-Royal woman. This is not just about stone and metal – it is about the stories we choose to tell. Thanks to the efforts of Anya Pearson and the Dorchester Sheroes campaign, this is beginning to change, with a statue of Sylvia Townsend Warner, a 20th century novelist, poet and pioneer for gay rights, set to be installed in the town centre.
Women’s contributions to West Dorset span centuries: The Dorset button makers, who influenced the livelihoods of hundreds of women and played a vital role in the region’s economy; Lucy Emily Baxter, an art writer from Dorchester; Mary Mullet Moule, who worked to improve sanitation during a cholera epidemic and Maude Steele, who was awarded the George Medal after she courageously maintained telephone services during the bombing of Sherborne in 1940. They are all part of our rich history of extraordinary women. On International Women’s Day, let us celebrate these women. Let us continue to push for progress, to support and uplift women in every walk of life, and to ensure that when we look to the past, we see the whole story, not just half of it.
Edward Morello MP for West Dorset