Summerhill, Giant's CastleSummerhill, Giant’s Castle
We’re lucky to live where we do. So many people have told us so, and looking around us, we think they’re right.

We see it everyday on our way to work, and we’re reminded of it regularly when the banter begins. It isn’t known as the Land of Legends for nothing.

One of the great stories belongs to the tiny amaHlube tribe, who sought the refuge of the buttresses of Giant’s Castle as long ago as 1816, under threat of their lives from the Zulu King, Shaka. Despite their diminutive numbers, their own moment of greatness was not too long away, with the arrival of the Colonial army some sixty years later. A punitive expedition against their Chieftain, Langalibalele (“the Sun Burns”), led by the same Colonel Durnford of Isandlwana fame, ended in disaster. And while the Brits contributed more than once to the greatest military moments in the histories of several nations, this one should never have happened.

The only “Chieftain” to suffer the ignominy of retreat in the Langalibalele action, was the trusty steed of the same good Colonel Durnford. Not that we’ve any problem with the idea of being British, by the way: we have it in our own veins,  as well as a great many of our horses, we must confess. We’re just telling it the way it was.

Extract from Summerhill Sires Brochure 2007/2008