Crosshill Pacers
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Mine wasn't on a livery yard but at the riding stables I worked at in return for free lessons with my (very) green mare. The girl used to slag off my mare to her friend that came with her and generally made the time she was there uncomfortable for me, then she'd come into school in the week and proceed to tell everybody what a useless rider I was and how I couldn't control my horse (my father who had ridden anything and everything for 40 years even gave up on her because he said she was too unpredictable - I perservered because I loved her and the good times made up for the bad times!). She had me in tears several times in front of my classmates doing ridiculous impressions of me (I used to talk to Smokey a lot when we rode because I thought it helped to keep her calm). I couldn't really stand up to the girl at the time because I was the nerdy, horsey girl that didn't have a huge number of friends.
Fast forward five years and I started working part time for a guy with racehorses, riding out etc and helping at the races (was actually 'headhunted' by him as he knew my mare from her racing days and had heard that I'd actually managed to control her), and I rock up to the races and see said bully helping a rival trainer. I've now worked for the guy for five years, she lasted only three weeks as after being thrown off one day riding she gave up and never went back. What goes around comes around!
Fast forward five years and I started working part time for a guy with racehorses, riding out etc and helping at the races (was actually 'headhunted' by him as he knew my mare from her racing days and had heard that I'd actually managed to control her), and I rock up to the races and see said bully helping a rival trainer. I've now worked for the guy for five years, she lasted only three weeks as after being thrown off one day riding she gave up and never went back. What goes around comes around!