Snickers
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Have had the usual 'What is THAT?' at pony club... I will admit I like smart horses... I wanted a bay tb type, quite how I ended up with a huge, hairy, spotty thing I will never know!
I remember being a keen young teenager, ponyless but 'scrounging rides in return for stable duties' type of kid and being friends with a girl in the year below me at school. She had a pony brought for her who was a chunky, hairy native with all the feathers and fluff,but soon became keen to join the local PC. However, apparently this particular PC favoured TB type ponies and the fluffy pony was soon replaced with a TB type pony just so that my friend could join that PC!!.
The richest horsey folk that i have come across have been the nicest. They tend to wear old clothes and drive battered old estate cars and the horses are kept beautifully, albeit in older tack, but superbly polished with spit and elbow grease!.
I once met a lady who answered an advert id put up in a shop offering help with horses. She spoke in a very jolly but posh manner and was keen to throw me on board her 3 year olds and let me muck out and help at hunts. I cycled to her farm on my shoddy old push bike, unknowing of the area that she lived and she come bustling out of her farmhouse full of enthusiasm and thrust a mug of bovril in my hand and invited me into her house and introduced me to her horses one by one and told me of their likes and dislikes. I was just a common kid and she was obviously very wealthy indeed, but her money was held up in the property she owned as she was always hunting for bargains and was very much into the 'repair rather than replace minset!'.
She would happlily let me mingle with her posh hunt friends, even though i probably came out with stupid things sometimes, she would just laugh out loud!. She was amazing, I will never forget the time she scraped me off the floor when i fell off my push bike and patched me up with vetrap and animalintex in her kitchen! and then powerhosed the cow poo off my bike the following day!. The way that she dragged me into the back of her landy and wrapped me up in a witney blanket to 'cool down' after having one too many ciders at the local point to point!. I would spend hours sat on the bonnet of her landy on a cold winter morning waiting for her and her horse to return from the hunt, ready with the bucket and sponge to wash them down!.
Those were the days and she was a very posh rich lady indeed, and I was just a common kid, but never did I hear a word of snobbery escape from her mouth. It's a shame i have lost contact with her.
My mother used to clean the house of a local posh hunting family. They treated her like gold and brought her many gifts and treated us like part of the family. They wore old tatty clothes and loved a bargain too! You would never have known that they had money as they never showed it off.
I know someone who events to a very high level, has their own yard and competes other top horses for their owners, and she is very well to do and so is her family, but, she is so down to earth and would never talk someone down or bitch about them. I think it is the people that THINK they are better than someone else that give horsey people a bad name. The real good riders etc have no need to brag about what they paid for a horse etc, or tack, as their riding says it all!
We used to do some society showing with my palomino and there was a very swanky hgv horsebox - colour coordinated violet with the pony's rugs etc (13.2hh!!) They came to ask my dad if he knew where the catering vans were sited. Dad commented after they'd walked off "In a lorry like that you'd think there'd be a bloody kettle!" It still makes me giggle now, as does swanky lorries holding 1 12.2hh / 13.2hh pony
I love at our PC junior/mini rallies when the lorries rock up with one 11.2hh hairy pony on- lots of the mum's event full-time, and normally the 'proper' horses use the lorry. Makes me chuckle when the fat, hairy little grey rolls off the huge great Oakley!!
I think its funny when at shows, all the snobs on their expensive horses. Henry was a cheaop old nag, but he looks as expensive of any of them, and its always good to see the expensive ones playing up, but henry behaving. Just a shame he never wins anything!
I think its funny when at shows, all the snobs on their expensive horses. Henry was a cheaop old nag, but he looks as expensive of any of them, and its always good to see the expensive ones playing up, but henry behaving. Just a shame he never wins anything!
On looking at my beautiful 14.1 Dales x Fell x Gypsy Cob mare, whom I had just bought at the age of 45 after wanting my own horse since I was 9, she said "well that's just a cart horse I thought you would have bought a proper horse!'.
I didn't know if to laugh or cry!
I know someone who events to a very high level, has their own yard and competes other top horses for their owners, and she is very well to do and so is her family, but, she is so down to earth and would never talk someone down or bitch about them. I think it is the people that THINK they are better than someone else that give horsey people a bad name. The real good riders etc have no need to brag about what they paid for a horse etc, or tack, as their riding says it all!
I used to tell people at PC in a snooty voice when asked my horses breeding (something I cannot see the obsession with if your horse is a gelding!) an Irish TB bought from a dealer he was 'Out of Ireland by Boat' you could almost hear the cogs going in their heads working that one out
I love snobbery, it keeps me going.
I love it when a swanky wagon turns up at a show and a herd of scruffy gymkhana ponies comes out - just tickles me, I don't know why