Caol Ila
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Aren't those the lyrics to a song?
I've whinged on here before and will probably do so again. Until I make a decision. As ever, I'm on the fence about whether to move yards. I'm bored where I am, as I only have one friend to ride with, and I think her being out of town for three weeks has brought it on. The hacking sucks and the outdoor arena is small. The hacking is, in fact, getting worse, as it's on trails in private forestry and no one maintains them or keeps the dirt bikers out. So the trails you could canter four years ago have gotten so rocky and rutted they are walk-only now. My horse would love to go on a good gallop up a trail, but I would love to keep her sound. These are incompatible things.
Then, bring on a couple, gruff snippy comments from the YO yesterday, which is his SOP but hasn't happened to me in a while. It's trivial crap, but it gets to me.
Horse had a lost a shoe, so I arranged with the farrier to meet at yard at 12:30 to get it put back on. I show up at 12:29 to find farrier already there finishing up. He'd shown up early (what farrier does that?) but he seemed happy enough and shoe was on. I ride the horse and have her back in her field by two, and then shoot the breeze for about an hour with another livery I haven't seen in months, but was at the yard that day due to the vet coming out to float her horse's teeth.
YO walks into the barn at ten to 3, as I'm getting ready to leave following my schmoozing session with the other livery. He snaps, "You were lucky [my son, who also works at yard] was there to catch your horse. Farrier was waiting for you."
I showed up at the time the farrier arranged. I have to schlep in 40 minutes, sort out work things, and can't be psychic and know the farrier would (unusually) show up early. But I blew this one off. Whatever.
Then, annoyed my horse was out and probably assuming I had just put her there, he snapped, "Horses are just about to come in." Horses come in at about 3:45/4-ish, but nevermind.
I replied, "My horse has been back out for an hour and I've been catching up with L."
He ignores that. If he'd answered, "Oh, sorry, fair enough," that would be fine. But he didn't, because he doesn't do things like that.
The downside of moving is that every alternative place I have looked at so far as (a) been run by even crazier people or (b) had turnout set-ups that would not suit my neurotic horse. Admittedly, I've not looked that hard. I'm thinking of looking harder. But sometimes, better the devil you know.
I've whinged on here before and will probably do so again. Until I make a decision. As ever, I'm on the fence about whether to move yards. I'm bored where I am, as I only have one friend to ride with, and I think her being out of town for three weeks has brought it on. The hacking sucks and the outdoor arena is small. The hacking is, in fact, getting worse, as it's on trails in private forestry and no one maintains them or keeps the dirt bikers out. So the trails you could canter four years ago have gotten so rocky and rutted they are walk-only now. My horse would love to go on a good gallop up a trail, but I would love to keep her sound. These are incompatible things.
Then, bring on a couple, gruff snippy comments from the YO yesterday, which is his SOP but hasn't happened to me in a while. It's trivial crap, but it gets to me.
Horse had a lost a shoe, so I arranged with the farrier to meet at yard at 12:30 to get it put back on. I show up at 12:29 to find farrier already there finishing up. He'd shown up early (what farrier does that?) but he seemed happy enough and shoe was on. I ride the horse and have her back in her field by two, and then shoot the breeze for about an hour with another livery I haven't seen in months, but was at the yard that day due to the vet coming out to float her horse's teeth.
YO walks into the barn at ten to 3, as I'm getting ready to leave following my schmoozing session with the other livery. He snaps, "You were lucky [my son, who also works at yard] was there to catch your horse. Farrier was waiting for you."
I showed up at the time the farrier arranged. I have to schlep in 40 minutes, sort out work things, and can't be psychic and know the farrier would (unusually) show up early. But I blew this one off. Whatever.
Then, annoyed my horse was out and probably assuming I had just put her there, he snapped, "Horses are just about to come in." Horses come in at about 3:45/4-ish, but nevermind.
I replied, "My horse has been back out for an hour and I've been catching up with L."
He ignores that. If he'd answered, "Oh, sorry, fair enough," that would be fine. But he didn't, because he doesn't do things like that.
The downside of moving is that every alternative place I have looked at so far as (a) been run by even crazier people or (b) had turnout set-ups that would not suit my neurotic horse. Admittedly, I've not looked that hard. I'm thinking of looking harder. But sometimes, better the devil you know.
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