Gusbear
Well-Known Member
I've just accepted a very, very rare place at at 5* livery yard close to where I currently keep my boy. Although where he is currently kept is a very friendly yard it will be like going from a tent camping holiday to a 5*+ luxury all inclusive resort for him. I even had to undertake a job like interview with the elderly YO before I was deemed acceptable for the yard. The place we are going to only has places come up every few years, if ever (only managed to somehow get a place as one of the YO's horses was suddently PTS and I happened to call them the day after) is owned by a very old and well monied and connected gentleman that rents his stables out to 'invited guests' only and is the ultimate in horsey homes e.g. Indoor arena, spotlessssly clean stables, in house clinics with the best of the best, 4 feeds a day and only about 8 horses on the yard, spoilt and turned out in the most prestine and fully grassed fields I have ever seen. You name it, this place has it. The lovely and thankfully down to earth YM introduced me to the YO. I was duly invited into his manor house and greeted by him in his three piece suit and his niece wearing her tweed skirt and pearls (goodness, had I known earlier I would have had a facial and my nails done prior 
) I spent about 30 mins being grilled and 'interviewed' before I was acknowledged as being acceptable and duly welcomed into his 'family' of horsey people.
To say I am nervous is an understatement. This is a yard whereby horses either compete at the top notch in dressage or are 4* eventers. Here I am a Middle Aged nervous woman that would like to be able to jump at least 3' without managing to fall off or throw up and too scared to hack out alone against the rest of the stable that seem to be ready to compete in the next Olympics.
I am paying a Kings Ransom to stay there and hope that the knowledge, experience and confidence of my fellow liveries will somehow rub off me and my neddy and one day I'll too be a confident horsewoman with a well educated horse.
Please wish me luck as I feel as though I've bitten off more than I can chew today.
My OH seems quite bemused by the whole thing and can't quite work out how I managed to 'pass muster' considering my Aussie accent and the YO's dislike of anything remotely antipopean. I must be a good actress or something?
Feeling a tad nervous, anxious and have I done the right thing sort of mood.
) I spent about 30 mins being grilled and 'interviewed' before I was acknowledged as being acceptable and duly welcomed into his 'family' of horsey people.To say I am nervous is an understatement. This is a yard whereby horses either compete at the top notch in dressage or are 4* eventers. Here I am a Middle Aged nervous woman that would like to be able to jump at least 3' without managing to fall off or throw up and too scared to hack out alone against the rest of the stable that seem to be ready to compete in the next Olympics.
I am paying a Kings Ransom to stay there and hope that the knowledge, experience and confidence of my fellow liveries will somehow rub off me and my neddy and one day I'll too be a confident horsewoman with a well educated horse.
Please wish me luck as I feel as though I've bitten off more than I can chew today.
My OH seems quite bemused by the whole thing and can't quite work out how I managed to 'pass muster' considering my Aussie accent and the YO's dislike of anything remotely antipopean. I must be a good actress or something?
Feeling a tad nervous, anxious and have I done the right thing sort of mood.
