Horsie, Horsie Don’t You Stop

I’ve been meaning to document the horses that clip clop up my road for a few months now.

I finally managed to dash from kitchen to spare room with a phone and hit record just in time to see the tail end (ha!) of The King’s Troop doing their exercises.

Every time I’ve seen them it has been at least fifty horses clopping two by two up the hill, an amazing sight, an amazing sound – plus some poo.

The King’s Troop moved to Woolwich in 2012 after the lease on the original St John’s Wood Barracks wasn’t renewed. Not a bad thing for a part of south-east London that spends most of its time defending itself from accusations of being a bit shit and poor.

Personally, I feel there are some absolutely lovely spots in Woolwich – I did get married there after all, and a casual meander across Woolwich Common towards the barracks is a beautiful way to explore SE7 and SE18.

On another note, who remembers Horsie, Horsie Don’t You Stop? My Dad used sang it to me while he bounced me on his knee, and we used to change the last line to “Homebase bound” as we lived near the Catford Homebase at the times. Happy days eh! 😀



2014 Photography


451 at Greenwich and Docklands International Festival


  1. Jon batchelor

    During the 50’s and 60’s we lived in Marylebone W1 (Marylebone High St) and what appeared to be every day at about 5 am, winter and summer, a lengthy troop of mounted horse soldiers passed by our home. Many of the horses were riderless but in-hand and those off-side from the pavement had illuminated red lights (battery powered i assume) artached to the heel of the right side boot of the rider (health and safety even then). We had numerous barracks local to us, you mentioned St John’s Wood, there was also Chelsea and Buckingham Palace. May have been another at Kensington. Often still asleep when they passed it was an occasional highlight of the day when awake that early for a child to see soldiers dressed in fatigues with flat caps and chinstraps on horses. In the winter long capes covered the soldiers and the horses breathed ‘steam’ in the cold air. Such a contrast to those other occasions when later in the day fulfilling official duties both horse and rider were bedecked in full ceremonial dress. Many a bedtime story was inspired by this daily event, i remember now, including themes such as The Grand Old Duke of York and yes the horsey horsey song.

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