Work_Rider
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Hi all,
With absolutely no riding experience I was desperately looking for a racing yard that would allow me to learn to ride a racehorse. My attempts to join racing schools in the UK were of no use because I already had a full-time job in a completely different sector. But I still wanted to ride out on the weekends. The 6 to 12 week or longer courses were not an option because of time and age constraints. Bespoke courses at the college up north wanted people who could at least canter at pace. I had never ridden a horse and didn't know what canter meant until a few weeks ago. Local riding schools in London are expensive and I didn't see 'value' in them. I wasn't that patient to wait for months to be able to trot or canter.
Next option was to use some sort of a barter system with established yards. I searched for yards closest to London but there aren't many. One in Epsom responded to my email but it was clear they didn't have the time to train me. As if contacting professional racehorse trainers for riding lessons in exchange for help at their yard wasn't silly enough, I decided to approach some of the more popular and larger yards in Newmarket. I did this because the smaller yards said they're too busy to entertain someone like me. One of the replies was positive and they were happy for me to visit them one day but it wasn't promising as no riding experience would be involved. Emails weren't working so I used the phone. Silly me, I thought the person I was speaking was an assistant trainer because of their first name sounded familiar and I was turned down instantly as they only recruited experienced riders. I was getting more and more frustrated so I decided to follow up again with the same person hoping they'd budge. Didn't happen. Instead I got a proper bollocking.
In the next few days I received a response from a mid-sized yard asking me to ring them up. Similar to other yards they were happy for me to visit them but I won't be able to sit on a racehorse! This time I said okay and fixed a weekend to visit.
Day 1: I traveled from London to the countryside with mixed feelings - they've already refused to let me sit on a horse, what's the point and so on. But I was also pleased that I was leaving London for a few hours and use this time to relax. My girlfriend was very supportive and had insisted I visited. I took the first possible train at 5ish and was at the yard for around 7. The property I walked into was huge but no sign of any humans. I walked for ten minutes and I paused - immediately I was thinking about dogs. Bloody hell I thought country people leave dogs on their properties. What if is there is a dog waiting to attack a stranger? I ran towards the main entrance but on the way I noticed a path going elsewhere. I followed and soon saw a massive gate which was open. I stepped in only to notice a rider on a horse that felt gigantic at the time. The wind was a bit chilly, the air was fresh, I could hear the horses and suddenly I was in a different world. That was my first sight of a racehorse from so close. It was magnificent. Wow I thought, beautiful, such a big horse. That's when some of my anxiety disappeared and for once I felt I did the right decision visiting the yard. I was pleased.
Suddenly I noticed some of the other guys in the yard looking at me whilst trying to get on with their work. I didn't know where to go so naturally took a step back waiting for the rider who recognised me to come back around. Then I almost jumped - as I felt this frightening presence of a horse right behind me! Seemed like a dinosaurus trying to eat me. I'm not used to animals and I'm sure I embarrassed myself in front of the staff!
Soon I met with the trainer who seemed like a nice chap. A quick chat and he told me how I'd be tired and be in pain by the end of the day because yard work is hard. I was introduced with the head lad and asked to follow him. Head lad (HL) was trying to understand why someone with full-time job in an office would be at a yard. This is how our first conversation went:
HL: So you work in the city?
Me: Yes, I do.
HL: What are you doing here?
Me: Oh I want to volunteer, do whatever it takes to help out, make your life easier and hopefully ride out as well.
HL: So you ride racehorses?
Me: Oh no, not yet.
HL: then just normal horses?
Me: No but I want to learn.
HL: how do you think you'd learn, going to a racing school or something? How old are you? Why get into racing? Why switch careers?
Me: I'm not switching jobs, I just want to learn how to ride?
HL: But whyyyyyyy?
Me: It's a skilled thing to do, riding racehorses is difficult but it's an awesome thing to do. I'm sure when you ride you enjoy it!
HL: Enjoy? Most experienced riders are on the verge of shitting themselves when they ride!
Me: *in my mind - what is he on about? what happened to being on a gallop is closest thing to flying on land and stuff?* So if I worked hard how long do you think I'd take to learn to ride? Oh and I'd visit once a week.
HL: hahahahah, learn to ride? here? at this yard? by visiting just once a week? May be 3-5 years!
Me: Screw years, talk in months.
HL: It's not that easy! I've ridden for 30 years and I stopped riding a couple of years ago so I know how hard it is. You are old and you don't seem like a guy who has been around animals.
By this time I realised there was no point trying to sell myself. I had to just wait and observe. Learn as much as possible without being an obstacle. I was grateful for the opportunity. In the next few hours another very experienced person told me it was impossible to get on a racehorse for someone like me. I was a bit shattered. Not a single person, not even one, was willing to say, ok this will be hard but this is how you can do it.
I decided to shut up and observe and follow instructions. Simple. I had to start by changing their perception. I offered to muck out. Never done that in my life. They were stunned. The first time I walked in a stable the horse wasn't there. HL refused to allow me to muck out. He believed after everything he had said I'd just quit and not visit them again. So he wanted me to take it easy and instead asked me to fill buckets. By the time I was done I knew there would be no riding at this yard. But I was determined. I liked the experience, it was a challenge.
It was time to say, thanks and goodbye, goodbye for now, and see you next Saturday!
To be continued......
With absolutely no riding experience I was desperately looking for a racing yard that would allow me to learn to ride a racehorse. My attempts to join racing schools in the UK were of no use because I already had a full-time job in a completely different sector. But I still wanted to ride out on the weekends. The 6 to 12 week or longer courses were not an option because of time and age constraints. Bespoke courses at the college up north wanted people who could at least canter at pace. I had never ridden a horse and didn't know what canter meant until a few weeks ago. Local riding schools in London are expensive and I didn't see 'value' in them. I wasn't that patient to wait for months to be able to trot or canter.
Next option was to use some sort of a barter system with established yards. I searched for yards closest to London but there aren't many. One in Epsom responded to my email but it was clear they didn't have the time to train me. As if contacting professional racehorse trainers for riding lessons in exchange for help at their yard wasn't silly enough, I decided to approach some of the more popular and larger yards in Newmarket. I did this because the smaller yards said they're too busy to entertain someone like me. One of the replies was positive and they were happy for me to visit them one day but it wasn't promising as no riding experience would be involved. Emails weren't working so I used the phone. Silly me, I thought the person I was speaking was an assistant trainer because of their first name sounded familiar and I was turned down instantly as they only recruited experienced riders. I was getting more and more frustrated so I decided to follow up again with the same person hoping they'd budge. Didn't happen. Instead I got a proper bollocking.
In the next few days I received a response from a mid-sized yard asking me to ring them up. Similar to other yards they were happy for me to visit them but I won't be able to sit on a racehorse! This time I said okay and fixed a weekend to visit.
Day 1: I traveled from London to the countryside with mixed feelings - they've already refused to let me sit on a horse, what's the point and so on. But I was also pleased that I was leaving London for a few hours and use this time to relax. My girlfriend was very supportive and had insisted I visited. I took the first possible train at 5ish and was at the yard for around 7. The property I walked into was huge but no sign of any humans. I walked for ten minutes and I paused - immediately I was thinking about dogs. Bloody hell I thought country people leave dogs on their properties. What if is there is a dog waiting to attack a stranger? I ran towards the main entrance but on the way I noticed a path going elsewhere. I followed and soon saw a massive gate which was open. I stepped in only to notice a rider on a horse that felt gigantic at the time. The wind was a bit chilly, the air was fresh, I could hear the horses and suddenly I was in a different world. That was my first sight of a racehorse from so close. It was magnificent. Wow I thought, beautiful, such a big horse. That's when some of my anxiety disappeared and for once I felt I did the right decision visiting the yard. I was pleased.
Suddenly I noticed some of the other guys in the yard looking at me whilst trying to get on with their work. I didn't know where to go so naturally took a step back waiting for the rider who recognised me to come back around. Then I almost jumped - as I felt this frightening presence of a horse right behind me! Seemed like a dinosaurus trying to eat me. I'm not used to animals and I'm sure I embarrassed myself in front of the staff!
Soon I met with the trainer who seemed like a nice chap. A quick chat and he told me how I'd be tired and be in pain by the end of the day because yard work is hard. I was introduced with the head lad and asked to follow him. Head lad (HL) was trying to understand why someone with full-time job in an office would be at a yard. This is how our first conversation went:
HL: So you work in the city?
Me: Yes, I do.
HL: What are you doing here?
Me: Oh I want to volunteer, do whatever it takes to help out, make your life easier and hopefully ride out as well.
HL: So you ride racehorses?
Me: Oh no, not yet.
HL: then just normal horses?
Me: No but I want to learn.
HL: how do you think you'd learn, going to a racing school or something? How old are you? Why get into racing? Why switch careers?
Me: I'm not switching jobs, I just want to learn how to ride?
HL: But whyyyyyyy?
Me: It's a skilled thing to do, riding racehorses is difficult but it's an awesome thing to do. I'm sure when you ride you enjoy it!
HL: Enjoy? Most experienced riders are on the verge of shitting themselves when they ride!
Me: *in my mind - what is he on about? what happened to being on a gallop is closest thing to flying on land and stuff?* So if I worked hard how long do you think I'd take to learn to ride? Oh and I'd visit once a week.
HL: hahahahah, learn to ride? here? at this yard? by visiting just once a week? May be 3-5 years!
Me: Screw years, talk in months.
HL: It's not that easy! I've ridden for 30 years and I stopped riding a couple of years ago so I know how hard it is. You are old and you don't seem like a guy who has been around animals.
By this time I realised there was no point trying to sell myself. I had to just wait and observe. Learn as much as possible without being an obstacle. I was grateful for the opportunity. In the next few hours another very experienced person told me it was impossible to get on a racehorse for someone like me. I was a bit shattered. Not a single person, not even one, was willing to say, ok this will be hard but this is how you can do it.
I decided to shut up and observe and follow instructions. Simple. I had to start by changing their perception. I offered to muck out. Never done that in my life. They were stunned. The first time I walked in a stable the horse wasn't there. HL refused to allow me to muck out. He believed after everything he had said I'd just quit and not visit them again. So he wanted me to take it easy and instead asked me to fill buckets. By the time I was done I knew there would be no riding at this yard. But I was determined. I liked the experience, it was a challenge.
It was time to say, thanks and goodbye, goodbye for now, and see you next Saturday!
To be continued......