tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31516069921504618612024-03-05T11:31:40.984+00:00GreatwoodYeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-54218225599148016472012-07-07T11:08:00.000+01:002012-07-07T11:08:24.142+01:00A Successful Week Despite the Weather!We had to cancel our Friends Day on June 9th because we couldn't risk cars getting stuck in the front field which we use for the car park, but we have tried to keep going with other events, particularly our Annual Certificate Presentation Day on July 4th.
We were lucky in as much that the weather did hold up for a while. We had placed chairs in the exercise barn and a presentation table at the end by the school. We managed to seat about 100 - parents, carers, guardians, children, young people together with Greatwood Trustees and Patrons. We welcomed students from schools all over Wiltshire: Stonehenge, Lavington, Rowdeford, John Bentley, St Edmunds, Abbeyfield, St John's, Springfields, Corsham, St Nicholas, and Lighthouse Project.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdmi9WOTIDlhxa9KQzqJH3IViYu2UNau4KxJgwfWXXdTybGJF64ixS3FAh4KGCl2wojg-AxxZ-U8jpGMSxubGUR0NSkku5elG_oPLti3e9CJLVEvH3lsDplC61GVBigBZQaS7hJqbIh4/s1600/Presentation+4.7.12+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdmi9WOTIDlhxa9KQzqJH3IViYu2UNau4KxJgwfWXXdTybGJF64ixS3FAh4KGCl2wojg-AxxZ-U8jpGMSxubGUR0NSkku5elG_oPLti3e9CJLVEvH3lsDplC61GVBigBZQaS7hJqbIh4/s320/Presentation+4.7.12+028.jpg" /></a>
Richard Pitman and Mick Fitzgerald together with the Marlborough Mayor, Edwina Fogg, congratulated the succussful students and awarded them their certificates.Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-45868203305073749212012-06-01T16:07:00.001+01:002012-06-01T16:12:31.072+01:00Busy Week & New ArrivalsWe are only just coming up for air following the pretty dismal few weeks when all the horses were in again because of the foul weather. Pretty much hot on the tail of turning them out, we had to get ready for a really busy week. We were delighted to welcome Elite Racing Club here again for a lovely visit and then we had been invited by Salisbury Racecourse and Betfair to have a presence at the racecourse for the Thursday evening meeting (we didn't return home until 11pm) and then we welcomed Highclere Thoroughbred Racing for the first time on the Friday.
Nevertheless, despite it looking fairly daunting at the beginning of the week, it was great fun and all at Salisbury Racecourse were particularly warm and welcoming. It was super to see Highclere Thoroughbred Racing here and they were interested to see the transformation in Poltergeist. Poltergeist is now very happy and settled and enjoying his work -(he had been sent to us last year from Highclere because although only young he had fallen out with racing and all his connections wanted him to have a new career).
With all the horses out and a good chance of rehoming a few, we have been able to make a hole in our 'waiting' list. We have just taken in Baurnagain from Peter Chapple-Hyams yard and, funnily enough, an ex Peter Chapple-Hyams horse called Travel in Hope. Baunagain was jumping out of his skin and longing to go out, so after he had been in for a couple of days (& been wormed etc) they were both turned out in the post and rail field. They have been out for a couple of hours and so far so good - no ricocheting on the fence and no squabbles!Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-43692384720647446142012-04-30T16:28:00.001+01:002012-04-30T16:48:08.101+01:00Oh No!!!Just as everybody was getting used to all the horses bing out at grass and we had quite alot of horses in work - the heavens opened.
It has rained and rained and rained with high winds. We are on top of a hill and the fences have broken, trees have fallen and the fields have become mud baths.
We had to bring the old boys in last Saturday morning and we have to bring in everybody today because it looks like another wet and windy front is heading our way.Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-40659020549251573982012-04-13T14:27:00.002+01:002012-04-13T14:59:22.890+01:00Rosie and Jessica<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3-Xzm0maTy83YPMSsxjbbS8mRb_YT8X2e6BgrnZVGbv-nl_Yi3SBlWPaX1hQlkazHph2mF2bLXKaF3uxHkpOAysrIa-YJ3iBgK45WQUf1x-QYlZD82IAGDGreNb0UUV444H9PolwOaU/s1600/DSCF1486.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH3-Xzm0maTy83YPMSsxjbbS8mRb_YT8X2e6BgrnZVGbv-nl_Yi3SBlWPaX1hQlkazHph2mF2bLXKaF3uxHkpOAysrIa-YJ3iBgK45WQUf1x-QYlZD82IAGDGreNb0UUV444H9PolwOaU/s320/DSCF1486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730884511542773106" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8siKsJFz6RiE_Radd4Tl2UTppKSTxNAoY6jAX3BQGMu0UPiiyp_5aK5dheP4151FZd1-gWq7BwFr313KMUJoIvfkxPY_hk9DNjxLilsSsl0RuJgDrz8N6YV1UrtmSb2HeYD7p2H_LdpY/s1600/DSCF1494.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8siKsJFz6RiE_Radd4Tl2UTppKSTxNAoY6jAX3BQGMu0UPiiyp_5aK5dheP4151FZd1-gWq7BwFr313KMUJoIvfkxPY_hk9DNjxLilsSsl0RuJgDrz8N6YV1UrtmSb2HeYD7p2H_LdpY/s320/DSCF1494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730876970165433106" /></a>Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-53283163526605580052012-04-12T16:02:00.003+01:002012-04-12T17:11:44.358+01:00Spring is HereWe managed to get the horses out at the end of March, the weather had been wonderful for some weeks and if only the grass had begun to show any sign of growth we would have been able to get them out much sooner. Anyway, they are all out now and having a great time in the fields. We brought many of the horses into work straightaway; they'd had quite long enough lazing about during the winter when unfortunately we never seem to have enough time (or enough staff) to muck them out, feed them and care for them as well as school them.<br />It has been a fairly uneventful time since our Newbury Raceday, so I haven't really had much to report; hence the rather long silence. We have always wanted to run holiday clubs and unfortunately Tricia Fenton (Head of Special Needs) was unable to commit herself to the extra time because of her young family. We were sad to see her leave because she was such a good, kind and professional teacher but happily we have been joined by Harry Howells - a former Deputy Head. Harry has lots of good ideas and plans for our SEN programmes, we are also thrilled to have been joined by Chris Parmenter. Chris has been extra busy over Easter running our very first Holiday Clubs. It has been a huge success and with little or no advertising we have been able to welcome over 80 children here in just two weeks.<br />We have taken in one horse over the last week: Pennybridge - a 1989 chesnut gelding by Orchestra out of Little Snob. I understand he had been in training with the Duke he ran 52 times on the flat, over hurdles and jumps and won 40k. He has joined the old boys and seems to have made friends with another fairly recent arrival Lachendara.<br />We were also asked to help a recently bereaved family by taking in their greatly loved miniature Shetland ponies - Jessica and Katie. They are incredibly sweet and trusting and will help out with the Horse Power programme when they have settled in a bit more. We went into the pony paddock today and it was fairly reminiscent of the old days in Devon - 6 goats, 5 ponies, 2 donkeys and a racehorse!Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-65956295819094485372012-03-10T09:20:00.003+00:002012-03-10T09:29:55.667+00:00Newbury on March 3rdOur Newbury day is a huge thing to organise and I started working on it in July last year. Probably the most difficult thing to achieve are the sponsors for the races, but we are so thankful to Ladbrokes who have sponsored us now for quite a few years. Betfair supported us again and we were delighted to welcome William Hill for the first time.<br />All at Newbury Racecourse, were, as usual, totally committed to ensuring that our main fundraising day was a success and I must thank in particular, Caroline Fleming (nothing is too much trouble) - Caroline even managed to secure a new sponsor at the last minute when we were horribly let down at the last minute.<br />We had some wonderful auction lots this year (totalling over 60 fantastic silent auction lots) and although I had been worried for weeks before that we weren't going to manage any main auction lots at all, they came in and in the end we auctioned off seven fabulous items.<br />The success of the day owed quite alot to the expertise of Henry Beeby who ran the auction, he was ably assisted by Kay Burley, Henry Hannon and Rishi Persad. It was not only entertaining but also lucrative.<br />We owe a great deal of thanks to many generous people who were involved in achieving the staggering sum of £50,000!! This support is overwhelming and we can't survive without it - thank you all.Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-17944962205084702442012-02-18T11:46:00.003+00:002012-02-18T12:01:23.900+00:00All Systems Go for Newbury on the 3rd<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnBnrchIp95fPeSub2FM7QiOk0Q9JXeO7kYo25xolLQnqzJV-6z2s1TyfkN0wNJABZbbeWK5R3pmvWxaWYI_CzEYCHHsdxv6p95RAZ2ls21D9KSHtU1sqb9QV38SsjMAPnnSe5GjKh-No/s1600/fl+ks4+002.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnBnrchIp95fPeSub2FM7QiOk0Q9JXeO7kYo25xolLQnqzJV-6z2s1TyfkN0wNJABZbbeWK5R3pmvWxaWYI_CzEYCHHsdxv6p95RAZ2ls21D9KSHtU1sqb9QV38SsjMAPnnSe5GjKh-No/s320/fl+ks4+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710444263391365378" /></a><br />It is quite a nerve wracking time at the moment because our big fundraising day at Newbury is becoming ever closer. We were lucky that it was half term last week and we could use the classroom to make up some of the boards - we still have a bit to go but we are winning the battle. Events like this one are a mammoth to organise but fingers crossed it will be worth it in the end. I think that it is astounding that so many people continue to be generous in their support to us. If you feel like coming along we still have a few seats left for the lunch, we now have Kay Burley (Sky News)and Rishi Persaud doing the auction, so I think that they will probably be a good duo. Alternatively, if you just feel like a day's racing we will be offering reduced price entrance tickets, so just keep an eye on our website!<br />By the way, Mister Trickster is getting much better, but I don't think he will really recover wholly until he gets the benefit of Dr Green (grass). We had thought that Lucayos would be a good companion for him but Tricky Dicky absolutely hated him and they had a real set to in the school. Tricky is only tiny and still frail but he had cornered Luca and then proceeded to double barrel him - so much so that we had to go in and rescue poor Luca (who then needed a vet). So....I think that Tricky has had a tough time in a field with other horses and that because he is tiny he has been bullied, which has stuck in his memory. So when he was with Luca his best line of defence was attack. He now has the 3 little nursemaids next to him and he seems to prefer them and he loves the pygmy goats.<br />You will see from the picture Mister Trickster is looking a little better but he squinted at the camera flash!Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-5042394937344935852012-01-28T12:22:00.002+00:002012-01-28T12:28:29.684+00:00January 28th 2002 - We finally leave DevonThe following is an extract from the orginal manuscript of 'When Sophie Met Darcy Day' published by Harper Collins<br /><br />Thankfully the horses didn’t travel too badly and everybody arrived to Wiltshire in one piece. Michael and I unloaded the horses and put them into the new stables. They all greeted each other and soon settled down to their hay. We popped Angie, Monty, Big Ears and Noddy into their new barn, which they then explored with interest, and put the the hen houses into the poultry barn. It was over, we had moved everyone and they were all safe and well. We kept our wellies on in the kitchen,(a leak in the bathroom had flooded the cottage) made some tea and went to bed.<br /><br />The next few days came and went in a flurry of activity. We sorted out the feed shed but soon realised that the boiler wasn’t up to cooking the barley and linseed, it was taking far too long, and using up too much electricity and we had to change the horse’s diet to ready prepared sacks of feed. We couldn’t turn any of the horses out into the fields because we had to put up new fencing, so we decided that they could go into an adjacent barn, the floor of which was covered in deep sand. The horses had settled in well and although they were pretty perplexed about going into a barn for a buck, kick and a roll rather than going out into fields, they got used to it. Red was perfectly happy in his new barn, although he would have to get accustomed to being turned out into a small paddock as opposed to wandering in and out as he had in Devon. Angie and Monty with Big Ears and Noddy explored everywhere, they too, were happy in their new home. I managed to get hold of the eejit who had flooded the bathroom and kitchen and he fixed the leak. I then had a problem with all the soaked linen, duvets, and blankets together with the curtains that I had planned on asking my mother to alter for the cottage windows. I bagged up the curtains and put them outside the door, Michael mistook the bags for rubbish and put them out for collection. I never saw them again. In between making sure the horses were alright, I made some sense of the cottage. The old stove at the end of one of the downstairs rooms was a nightmare, it ran on oil and it was supposed to be able to heat the rooms as well as cook. It was called Stanley and it couldn’t do two things at once; we were constantly faced with a choice, food or heat?<br /><br />That winter was the wettest I could ever remember, every day was dark and windy, and we began to worry that we had moved somewhere that never saw the sun. We began to question the name of the farm ‘Rainscombe Hill’, and prayed that it hadn’t been called this for a reason, but of course, it would have been.Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-69468904351888481412012-01-27T07:46:00.002+00:002012-01-27T07:49:46.445+00:0027th January 2002A continuation of the orginal manuscript 'When Sophie Met Darcy Day' published by Harper Collins:<br /><br />We arrived back to Devon at about teatime and spent most of that night making sure that we had packed everything. We had arranged for a cattle truck to come to us the following morning as well as the horse lorry, so that we could load up the poultry, sheep and goats and all the outside equipment. I shut the poultry in their respective houses because it was an easy and safe way to transport them. Thus, they went to bed in Devon and woke up some hours later to find themselves miraculously transported to an entirely different world. Colin stayed overnight in his lorry, we managed to grab a little sleep and in next to no time it was time to load everybody and everything else. Our dogs by this time were a bit bemused, their home was empty and we knew that they sensed our stress. Beryl was more sensitive than the rest and kept hiding in corners, but they all had their tails between their legs and were nervous about what was happening.<br /><br />We would be glad when we could get their routine back to normal.<br /><br />The cattle truck was loaded and filled to the gunwales, we sent it on its way and began to load the horses. It was a nightmare and took ages. I had ordered tubes of sedation for some of them but they still played up and in the end, just as Al threw a wobbly in the lorry and put his head through the roof, I called in our vet for stronger sedation. Doris, one of the fillies refused to load. We did everything, and she got angrier and angrier, and in the end threw herself down upon the lorry ramp in a massive sulk. At one stage, I even thought that we would have to leave her behind and I would have to stay and try and find someone to look after her until such time we could come back for her. Finally out of desperation, we tried big bales of straw, we stacked them either side of the ramp to stop her running out and then about six of us rolled a further large bale of hay behind her and she had nowhere to go but up into the lorry. <br /><br />The horses were stamping and fractious in the lorry because they had to wait such a long time for Doris to load but instead of nearly tearing my hair out, I was calm, even when Al’s emerged from the top of the lorry, all I could think was that I had inadvertently absorbed some of the sedation from my hands which I had tubed into the horses. We had to do then was to load Red and Toffee into the back of the lorry but we also had to do something very sad; say goodbye to our dear friend Peter.<br /><br />A couple of months before we had told Peter that we were going to move to Wiltshire, he and his wife Greta were sad but understood the reason. I told Peter that if he so wished we would take Fasci with us, she was happy and she loved the company of Ben, it would have been a big wrench to have separated them. We had over the years managed her sweet itch ( the cause of her bald and sore mane and tail: biting midges had plagued her for years throughout the summer months). Peter knew that Fasci would not be happy to be on her own once more and told us that he would like us to take her with us. It was a hard thing for him to decide, he loved his little horse and not to be able to go and see her twice a day would leave a huge hole in his life. Nevertheless, he helped us load her into the lorry and as we drove off, he turned away. I was sad to leave Devon, I knew that our life would never be quite the same again.Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-4529863632193391042012-01-26T14:38:00.003+00:002012-01-26T14:47:26.519+00:00The Day of the Move - 26th January 2002<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqmffNIGL2oSRpJSdFwUEW7QDl0VMSZUhiAH86J0zvcgHERFS4bU1ZXVmt92YJf7h4UEWiKhs_cbyYVbDcnVQWqp-jA1FvDfpGBbbeauWsPg1sLLvtaVDFonOyY_bpxsNclt88razEMU/s1600/Greatwood+2002+065.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaqmffNIGL2oSRpJSdFwUEW7QDl0VMSZUhiAH86J0zvcgHERFS4bU1ZXVmt92YJf7h4UEWiKhs_cbyYVbDcnVQWqp-jA1FvDfpGBbbeauWsPg1sLLvtaVDFonOyY_bpxsNclt88razEMU/s320/Greatwood+2002+065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701951789287862210" /></a><br /><br />The arrival of Noddy, Big Ears and Monty - looking somewhat perplexed.<br />From the original manuscript of 'When Sophie Met Darcy Day' published by Harper Collins:<br /><br />We moved the charity at the end of January 2002. I had travelled up and down to Wiltshire on a number of occasions to keep an eye on how things were progressing. <br /><br />We had to arrange new vets and farriers and deliveries of haylage ,straw and concentrates, this was quite difficult because we didn’t know anyone. I had worked out that we could boil the barley and the linseed in an electric boiler until such time we could re-instate our Aga. (We had determined to take our Aga, come what may. Our new Landlord had spent days and days cleaning and painting the cottage and it was now bright and fresh, it also smelt clean and the prospect of moving into it no longer seemed so unattractive. We had arranged for new carpet to be laid, my mother and Freddie had altered curtains for us and had even made blinds for the kitchen and loo and an arctic van had delivered enough cleaning products for us to use on the bathroom so even that looked reasonable. Inside the bathroom was quite a big linen cupboard with a cold water tank resting on rotten slats, we had these replaced because the last thing we wanted to sort out was water flooding through the house. It seemed just such a lot to do and organise from quite a distance away. The furniture men came to pack up the house in Devon and I followed them to sort out the unloading in the cottage, leaving Michael to camp in the now empty house. He was long faced as I left, but took comfort that I had at least left him a kettle, tea bags and milk. I took Brian, Beryl and Bessie for company, leaving Lucy and Sadie to look after Michael. All the furniture arrived and we unloaded it all into the cottage along with countless boxes. We had already cleared out the sheds next to the cottage which meant that we could safely store any overflow furniture, this was a blessing because by the time we had finished there was hardly any room to move, let alone try and make sense of anything. Beryl, Brian, and Bessie tore about the place exploring everywhere and were particularly delighted when they discovered the newly bedded up stables. Graham and Lucy had been joined by Dawn and had done a fantastic job in rebuilding the stables to make them safe and secure, and I thought that the horses would settle in really well. I realised the reason for the dog’s glee when I saw that the beds were moving and shifting with hundreds of rats. When we had cleaned out the barns they had lost their warm beds and had moved into the new stables. I managed to find a pest control company who promised to come in as soon as possible but in the meantime the dogs would have a high old time. I did as much as I could that night, and unpacked until late. I knew that we would be pretty tired when everyone had finally moved so I unpacked the linen in the cupboard in the bathroom and made up our beds. Just when I thought that I had done as much as I could, I got in the car to drive home, but for some reason I couldn’t turn the interior light off. I was incredibly tired and I couldn’t see how to sort this out. I spoke to Michael on the telephone but he too was baffled, and I didn’t know a soul that I could ask. I had to get back to load the horses first thing in the morning and couldn’t drive three hours with the light on in the car, in the end I managed to unearth the Landlord’s telephone number and much to my amazement he shot around to have a look (by this time it was nearly midnight). Sadly he couldn’t work out what to do either but in an incredible act of generosity told me to take his Jeep and he would try and get our car sorted out for us. His Jeep had seen better days and if I went over 55mph it made a horrid grinding sound, in addition it was nearly empty so I spent some miles worrying that I would break down before I could find a petrol station that was open. It was a rotten drive and I got back at about 3am. <br /><br />The horses were due to be picked up at 7. The lorry arrived and we loaded Sam with Tish, BT, Poppy, Frank, Monty and Anna. They all went into the lorry easily, I sat with the driver and off we went. I had arranged for Michael to stay behind and look after the remaining animals whilst I settled the horses in Wiltshire before travelling back to collect everybody else. The first journey was quite uneventful but Colin, the lorry driver had to take a break by law and this he chose to take by eating his lunch in an Asda store café in Swindon. It was one of the largest stores I have ever seen. It was agony having to watch him shovel down huge mouthfuls of congealed baked beans, and greasy sausages all the time washed down with gulps of tea when all I wanted to do was unload the horses and settle them in for the night. There was however something about it that did help, I managed to locate the in store pharmacy, the fellow behind the counter groaned as he saw my hands, they were chapped and bleeding from days of packing and cleaning and he was kind and helpful in his advice as to what cream I should use.<br /><br /> After what seemed an age we arrived at Rainscombe Hill Farm. It was a dark, and windy day with driving rain and the horses spooked at shadows when they got off the lorry. Horses can be quite conservative creatures and don’t always react well to change and BT, living up to his name (Broughton’s Turmoil) was particularly unnerved about his new surroundings. We had created open plan stables and the horses could easily see each other and even groom each over the dividing walls, they took comfort from this and before long started to eat their hay. I checked that everything else was ready for the goats, sheep, poultry and the rest of the horses and went into the cottage to make a cup of tea for us all prior to returning back to Devon.Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-51671668044165350042012-01-25T08:14:00.004+00:002012-01-25T09:03:22.049+00:0010 Years at Rainscombe Hill Farm - 26th January 2002 - 2012<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_3vgK6wpJDifK8lu6Qz29RPeDo3SiXsccGBUgaydzcNq8I0N_T84KhVy0YrZTkP2T6meITziokNXJVHqKlNuGO7WD9cyyN6Q1dB62ilFw2dAT1rb0vVoXvRpvHhmgMzMGSfukxToLN8/s1600/Fields+075.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe_3vgK6wpJDifK8lu6Qz29RPeDo3SiXsccGBUgaydzcNq8I0N_T84KhVy0YrZTkP2T6meITziokNXJVHqKlNuGO7WD9cyyN6Q1dB62ilFw2dAT1rb0vVoXvRpvHhmgMzMGSfukxToLN8/s320/Fields+075.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701492606138988354" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmrixJbnGxCORyoax1DMRdCzZqm1yiD6pllTXkI29ufI0pq8Msc0-7iuVZ8TW5SBZ4_quDH6lXViQYvTDLlo6LjkH8ZEI_gk32o9XGXiBWIsCY3byV0LDNGho_MmLE_wm2fvlCXWrwtc/s1600/Fields+057.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmrixJbnGxCORyoax1DMRdCzZqm1yiD6pllTXkI29ufI0pq8Msc0-7iuVZ8TW5SBZ4_quDH6lXViQYvTDLlo6LjkH8ZEI_gk32o9XGXiBWIsCY3byV0LDNGho_MmLE_wm2fvlCXWrwtc/s320/Fields+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701492267177905186" /></a><br />The following is an extract from my original manuscript of my book 'When Sophie Met Darcy Day' Published by Harper Collins in March 2011.<br />It describes in detail the move from Greatwood in Devon to Wiltshire. I think it is interesting because it portrays the lead up to our move and the enormity of the decision in upping sticks and moving the charity. <br />Chapter 7 Rainscombe Hill Farm<br /><br />Michael was driven. He began to scour all the newspapers for suitable alternative premises.<br /><br />Whenever he thought that perhaps one could be suitable, he would take off early in the morning and return late at night. He always put a brave face on it, but sometimes the length of the journeys and the fact that he couldn’t seem to find anything vaguely suitable made him secretly doubt if we were ever going to succeed. In addition, our car was 20 years old, unreliable and it was hard to find enough money to afford petrol for long journeys. It was a case of food for us or fill the car.<br /><br />An agent, whom we knew, had advised Michael that a farm lease was on the market in Wiltshire. The agent recommended him to waste no time in viewing it.<br /><br />I hadn’t shown much interest, as he yet again went missing for the day. When he finally came back he told me that he had stopped at a town called Marlborough in Wiltshire. He had gone into a pub and ordered a cup of coffee. As he sat at a table on the pavement to drink it, he told me that out of all the places that he had visited, this was the one place that he felt that we could be happy. I hadn’t been enthralled by this little piece of information and asked him ‘how could he possibly envisage us being happy in a town, had he plans for the horses to run around the pub car park?’ <br /><br />Of course, what I hadn’t known, until he finally ventured the information was that as he had sat and drank his coffee outside the pub, he had already viewed the farm and had offered to take it. Thirty other people had been queuing up for it the same day and he knew that if he didn’t move we would lose the opportunity.<br /><br />Furthermore’, he added as he took another swallow of pink gin, his bravery getting stronger by the moment, ‘I have made an appointment to view the farm with you tomorrow’. He took another long slow drink and added:<br /><br />‘I’ll get my own supper then’.<br /><br /> <br /><br />It was a silent drive on that dreary day in the winter of 2001, as we made the long journey from Devon up to Wiltshire. <br /><br /> <br /><br /> We drove through Marlborough and Michael pointed out the memorable pub (it must be the only pub that he has ever gone into and asked for a cup of coffee). I could understand what had attracted him to the town. It had a broad high street with old buildings and shops on either side with a church at each end. <br /><br />Having left Marlborough we drove for about two miles until we turned into a long lane leading from the main road. I noticed a field that was full of docks, it was poached and there were several broken old bits of jumps lying around, this only added to my gloom and bad temper. We approached Rainscombe Hill Farm and were met by the agent. A cottage overlooked good farm buildings. We weren’t much interested in the cottage.<br /><br />We just wanted to find out if we could make any sense out of the buildings for the horses. We were told that the present tenant had sub-let the cottage and 13 acres to some Eastern Europeans and had also sub-let one of the barns to some people who had pygmy goats. In addition a few make shift stables had been erected for separate liveries. It was a mess.<br /><br />The stables were filthy, a bit of Perspex was suspended precariously over one of the open barns which banged and flapped in the wind. A good concrete yard was inches thick in years of mud with grass growing out of the cracks. Grey breezeblocks were everywhere. The drainpipes were broken and blocked with weeds sticking up from them. The yard was full of rubbish, in one area there were hundreds of old rubber tyres which had been used for silage. Inside one of the barns was an old milking parlour which had been ripped out. Electric cables dangled from the ceilings and the walls and the pit had been filled with bricks, old bits of equipment and iron. A small lean-to had clearly housed the milk tank at some stage.<br /><br />As we looked into one of the barns, we did ask ourselves if we were always to be beset with welfare cases. We saw a skeletal mare that had been shut in on her own. Out of sheer desperation and starvation, she was eating her own droppings. One of her hind fetlocks had dropped to such a degree that she had no alternative but to use it to walk on. We knew that whatever we decided to do about the farm, we had to sort out this mare.<br /><br />We were also sorry for a scraggy German Shepherd dog that had been tethered by a long heavy chain to one of the buildings. We could see the tracks that she had made as she tried to gain attention from anyone that passed by. <br /><br />Michael continued to look around and chatted to the agent. He said that he thought that we were interested but only if we could have all the barns, (in which case the goats would have to go) and if we could have more land.<br /><br />I knew then that his decision had been made, if he negotiated the land then that was it, we were moving.<br /><br />I also knew that there wasn’t much point in arguing; once Michael determined on something he was immoveable.<br /><br />Reluctantly I could see the potential: the barns were large and airy; we could make stables to our design, ones that horses could have direct communication with others and once the fields were re-seeded the horses could go out in herds.<br /><br />The agent promised that he would try and sort out our further requests. There must have been something about us that made him decide that we would be good tenants. The advertisement that he had placed in the Horse and Hound had brought forth all kinds of people to look around all of whom declared an interest in the farm, but none had demanded anything like the sorts of things we had. It would have been much easier for him to take someone else. <br /><br />He also promised us that he would get in touch with the tenants and get them to come and sort out the poor mare. When we had pointed her out to him, he, too, had been shocked about her condition.<br /><br />Just as we were about to leave, we thought that we better take a peep into the cottage. One of the Russians had been lurking about, he didn’t look a particularly nice chap, he scowled and raised his hand threateningly as we entered, as indeed he had when I had attempted to make a fuss of his dog.<br /><br />The cottage was small, unkempt, and dirty. An ancient oil burning stove was at one end of a narrow room and another small room contained a sink, and with filthy white cupboards, most of them hanging from the hinges.<br /><br />There were a couple of small downstairs rooms with three bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs. The whole cottage was grimy and horrid as only houses can go when no-one cares about them. I won’t describe the bathroom. A garden door led out into an overgrown area that must have been a garden at some stage. There was a good box hedge on one side and some kind of trellis that was held up by ivy. Beyond this, there was an area overgrown by nettles and brambles to such a degree that they all but covered a rotten falling down old hen house.<br /><br />We could see that we could make something out of it. It could be pretty given a bit of work, the only problem would be fitting what remained of our furniture into it. Despite having sold a lot of it to look after the horses, we would still have too much to go into this tiny little place.<br /><br />However, crucially, it overlooked the yard so that I would be able to hear any problems that may arise in the night.<br /><br /> <br /><br />When we returned to Greatwood, I couldn’t help but think that the place we had just seen was such a far cry from this, our home. I pondered over it all as I sat in our kitchen, and watched the dogs who, exhausted by their joy at our return, were sleeping on their beds in front of the Aga. Of course, my period of reverie was only achieved after I had cleared up what remained of a few cushions that Lucy, our Labrador, had eaten.Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-39135008297216628652011-12-22T16:24:00.002+00:002011-12-22T16:31:46.231+00:00Mr Trickster<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFEmD-BfCayQCwXO9w2bFAPqbbyVi6PnLPI084rZZI_6K-DpJG9VMyfP-4V4bTtu6y2K9mx4R4SlIIJsgZ8VQZPasLSd54NXkdPS3Hgn-xjoWN0OxmT4Hd9R73KDhJ63S1TmxcCZP0EA/s1600/fl+ks4+003.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFEmD-BfCayQCwXO9w2bFAPqbbyVi6PnLPI084rZZI_6K-DpJG9VMyfP-4V4bTtu6y2K9mx4R4SlIIJsgZ8VQZPasLSd54NXkdPS3Hgn-xjoWN0OxmT4Hd9R73KDhJ63S1TmxcCZP0EA/s320/fl+ks4+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688989849509288530" /></a><br />This poor little chap has been with us for a couple of days and is pathetically grateful that he is now being looked after. A kind lady had saved him from going for meat money (not that he is carrying any meat on him) - and hadn't realised how painfully thin he was and asked us to help. We went to see him on Tuesday and within two or three hours he was at Greatwood.<br />Richard our remarkable vet has, as usual, pulled out all the stops to try and get him well again and we have just received the blood test results, good in one way, in that there doesn't seem to be any organ damage but he has a hefty worm burden which will have to be dealt with carefully.<br />We will keep you updated as to his progress.Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-9116234118746922712011-12-03T18:27:00.002+00:002011-12-03T18:37:28.979+00:00Sunshine & DonkeysThe new arrival of two donkeys has been greeted with glee. Jack and Simon are great little chaps, they have been with us for a week and have settled in really well. Many of our racehorses seem only mildly interested, however the big bold Sunshine Boy has been reduced to a trembling wreck on two occasions, we wonder if he'll ever get used to them!Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-69334015726815407992011-11-29T16:08:00.002+00:002011-11-29T16:35:59.749+00:00Winter has arrivedIt has been absolutely amazing that the horses have been able to stay out in the fields almost up until the end of November. We brought in the old boys a week or so ago but it has been so mild and sunny we decided to leave the younger ones out a little longer. In the end the decision to bring them all in was slightly taken out of our hands; the mares bust out of their field, sprinted across the front of the school and generally created mayhem. They are all in now and are obviously as pleased as punch especially when it is now pouring with rain and blowing a gale!<br /><br />Ravastree ran in the 1.50 on the Saturday of the Hennessy weekend, he was in a competitive field, jumped almost faultlessly (although made a mistake over the water jump) and came a very credible fourth. His first time over jumps since he arrived in England and everybody was thrilled to bits. He came home safe and was mooching around in the field on Sunday!Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-55996066390756689482011-11-14T15:09:00.004+00:002011-11-14T15:35:16.444+00:00The sun shines on the The Greatwood Hurdle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXYOWIW7dSsTLLIA_lNdsBRBsVYGCT0ihzWFxTm1r4LgGm5hNyfjfNdjzTBq7p-Sbt1dItGAjHkNn7eVN4dFCsxOEGnCdVyNDhxKxNSs9MlpAOB9RaBR77qr7R5Ya4DtzgULHlekEoBM/s1600/Charity+Race+Line+Up.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXYOWIW7dSsTLLIA_lNdsBRBsVYGCT0ihzWFxTm1r4LgGm5hNyfjfNdjzTBq7p-Sbt1dItGAjHkNn7eVN4dFCsxOEGnCdVyNDhxKxNSs9MlpAOB9RaBR77qr7R5Ya4DtzgULHlekEoBM/s320/Charity+Race+Line+Up.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674875453361636354" /></a><br />Despite lurching from one crisis to another; we couldn't find a minibus to take the children, young people and teachers for the best turned out, Toyboy wasn't up to date with vaccinations so only two out of the three amigos could go, and then Millfields lorry broke down in Bristol - our day turned out to be excellent. It didn't matter that we just had two little ponies (instead of five) for quite alot of children to polish up for the best turned out prize. Aaron and Poncho loved all the attention and the prize was given to both sets of teams, Mick Fitzgerald was good enough to undertake the judging. The Greatwood Hurdle was a good race with Harry Derham (who took part in our Charity Race last year) winning on the Paul Nichols Brampour. <br />The highlight for our fundraising was the Charity Sweepstake, masterminded by the awesome Sarah Oliver of AJA - we had a full house of jockeys and they raised a remarkable sum of over 30,000! The sun shone all day and it was just a fantastic day for everyone - This day for Greatwood wouldn't happen without the extraordinary generosity of Nigel and Penny Bunter - we owe them a great debt of thanksYeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-59129370656038730612011-11-12T21:06:00.002+00:002011-11-12T21:18:07.576+00:00The Greatwood HurdleTomorrow is the biggest day in our calendar, the card for the Hurdle is as strong as ever and it will be an exciting race. We would love it if Nigel won with Kumbeshwar! - we have a trade stand, ponies from Millfield & Greatwood will be dolled up to the nines by students who have completed our Greatwood Horse Power Course and we must thank Cheltenham, Amateur Jockeys Assoc for supporting us with the Charity Sweepstake - thank you to the FAB 12 Jockeys who are all riding to support us at 4.10 tomorrowYeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-19300467823119221632011-11-10T17:25:00.006+00:002011-11-10T18:17:55.592+00:00Red and Tish RIP<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSaDX7f8JUTcq9QELJL05xSvGMXyZb2pqG_RvO7vlJErErcbtJznQC8rQNPEodNF_J1uWH7owTTSxV2UFdIvSDcUTiDFaUq8XkZd-Oy_J2rT4b0gPrGGiMlMrY5SKPvmBLPaKrgzheIXc/s1600/DSCI0112+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSaDX7f8JUTcq9QELJL05xSvGMXyZb2pqG_RvO7vlJErErcbtJznQC8rQNPEodNF_J1uWH7owTTSxV2UFdIvSDcUTiDFaUq8XkZd-Oy_J2rT4b0gPrGGiMlMrY5SKPvmBLPaKrgzheIXc/s320/DSCI0112+%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673433028329158002" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnyJhPf6DGFWu0x0tTo4GmFDR2eCyAQ0S4Ail1dXupTVprmObDFmvqoiApmtPeJSSs6xLWeazTVmT3vlLaw8bQb07b-ixaczDqerPJ4AVO-HPhx6pQ7ohgrHq6r5ol833rifs6NurBMMg/s1600/DSCI0110.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnyJhPf6DGFWu0x0tTo4GmFDR2eCyAQ0S4Ail1dXupTVprmObDFmvqoiApmtPeJSSs6xLWeazTVmT3vlLaw8bQb07b-ixaczDqerPJ4AVO-HPhx6pQ7ohgrHq6r5ol833rifs6NurBMMg/s320/DSCI0110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673432714254076098" /></a><br />Red and Tish died on the 27th October, just a fortnight ago today.<br />Red had been suffering with painful arthritis in his knees which was manageable with painkillers but in the end his kidneys began to fail. Tish, had been poorly on and off, since our Open Day in June. He finally succumbed to a particularly aggressive bout of laminitis (he had also recently been diagnosed with Cushings Disease).<br />These two boys loved each other as much as I loved them and sadly, the decision had to be taken to let them go together. We had looked after Red for nearly 20 years, 10of which he had spent with Tish. Red was ours before we became a Registered Charity, he has seen us go through so much and I miss seeing him and his little mate who could be seen sometimes peeping out from under Red's belly and I miss going in to see them after a long hard day, and I even miss feeding them their breakfast each morning.<br />I guess it will get better and I will get used to them not being here but at the moment, it just seems the end of an era.Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-41956480852427432892011-10-13T15:17:00.003+01:002011-10-13T15:32:56.480+01:00Melanie is Treated to a Birthday Tish Wish<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTAyPkoNIKvP5vubLiSNQLAaqm7Cq0vjw5ca1WAuQ62eOFwBmJ83zc2mif_P44oY7LyldlVe7ggsvo_YNf-_VwtewZNFIece8fDCMeIU2TLmlIbEHjwRmeU7_loiWQjKAfFvh2Yb2P50w/s1600/sept+26th+065.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTAyPkoNIKvP5vubLiSNQLAaqm7Cq0vjw5ca1WAuQ62eOFwBmJ83zc2mif_P44oY7LyldlVe7ggsvo_YNf-_VwtewZNFIece8fDCMeIU2TLmlIbEHjwRmeU7_loiWQjKAfFvh2Yb2P50w/s320/sept+26th+065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662981927038122834" /></a><br />It is Melanie's birthday today and we thought Tish would like to come in and wish her a very Happy Birthday!<br />We have had quite a busy week, Becky and Sam went to The Donkey Sanctuary to undergo a course prior to a couple of donkeys joining us later on in the year. They dropped off a whole load of rugs and tack to go into Exeter sales and we raised a staggering £590! wonderful news. Newie has been rehomed and we have also taken in a new horse called Tipping Tim. He is taking a little time to settle in and is really quite unsound but we will try and do our best for him. <br />The horses are still electing to come in before they are supposed to - Aldo has quite a nasty little puncture wound on his fetlock (dangerously near his tendon) Scotty's has achieved a really nasty gash to his front upper leg, Sam remains on box rest as does Randy with his fractured pedal bone - but at least Mally and Whisky are now repaired and back in the field. <br />The beds are now almost all made up in preparation for the horses coming in for the long winter months but it is over 20 degrees today so winter seems quite a long time off.Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-3431674513823448642011-09-23T13:16:00.004+01:002011-09-23T13:25:58.075+01:00Especially For Jane<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLAVA_E0q_dczQb7L7Lhy_dsw0olWQUFjxAiw8A_MkkcilLRQeqkbVMjkInBWIKdZil5R2r0-b2OReGE3lMZHXAd6Z3eq0LAYVdwP78FE7Aht6NGs6HtxmtV2W0b9lZeqjUWsb4jBABo/s1600/IMG_0579.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOLAVA_E0q_dczQb7L7Lhy_dsw0olWQUFjxAiw8A_MkkcilLRQeqkbVMjkInBWIKdZil5R2r0-b2OReGE3lMZHXAd6Z3eq0LAYVdwP78FE7Aht6NGs6HtxmtV2W0b9lZeqjUWsb4jBABo/s320/IMG_0579.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655529096229049074" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfNacYX2EhNM6770fQkX1R8zZSfL_g16WPv0_5It5Vm_oKNj6vqTOpW8JtPcEQqyWfAnEgjFp1zR1cZVD1MFKhmy5_gpr1LqhDji3Dyhu22cD_B8O43kiHKRkMB05iqrVKWlk3S5NRk_0/s1600/IMG_0577.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfNacYX2EhNM6770fQkX1R8zZSfL_g16WPv0_5It5Vm_oKNj6vqTOpW8JtPcEQqyWfAnEgjFp1zR1cZVD1MFKhmy5_gpr1LqhDji3Dyhu22cD_B8O43kiHKRkMB05iqrVKWlk3S5NRk_0/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655528844274804066" /></a><br />Jane the very kind lady who rescued Poppy earlier on in the year is anxious to see a picture of her now....and here she is!Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-14363770969372886692011-09-20T16:23:00.002+01:002011-09-20T16:46:07.633+01:00Horses Take the Choice about the Weather!The weather is horrid and because we are right on top of the hill outside Marlborough the weather seems to hit us with more ferocity than outlying areas. Of course, I can't help wondering why we had taken the decision to move to a farm called 'Rainscombe Hill' but there we are.<br />The horses are hating this sudden spell of bitterly cold weather, we've even had hailstones almost the size of golf balls - anyway, the horses will have to stick it out a bit longer because after all it is only September.<br />BUT It is becoming rather eventful on the injury front at Greatwood and I can only think that the horses are so eager to get out of the rain that injuries are more preferable to getting wet. It began with Sam who came in because he had been hoolying about the field with his best pal Forgery and he had tweaked an old problem in his tendon. He has been in for a couple of weeks, we think that he appears to be quite smug as he gazes out at the rain coming down in stair rods. Whiskey came in on Sunday with a leg the size of a tree trunk (the result of a rather small wound above his knee) and Tritonville Lodge had to come in today with a suspected abcess in his foot. I wonder how many more will come in over the next few days if the weather doesn't cheer up?Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-60614361980555998392011-09-13T08:57:00.002+01:002011-09-13T09:09:40.003+01:00Jilly Cooper comes to Greatwood<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOBEzCmyzJJuuMe9in1iX6cfkzaINQnTwYbDynRtA3cKuzM9v2mmHajVwxjIsGj3JR3cmD-wlPT-C49wY_l-UOojN2Dx8c0357re0SQTpMQxkIzGVQZU26axZh4IgVcFFJ6h86ktRKn0/s1600/OCN+Presentation+07.09.11+024.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOBEzCmyzJJuuMe9in1iX6cfkzaINQnTwYbDynRtA3cKuzM9v2mmHajVwxjIsGj3JR3cmD-wlPT-C49wY_l-UOojN2Dx8c0357re0SQTpMQxkIzGVQZU26axZh4IgVcFFJ6h86ktRKn0/s320/OCN+Presentation+07.09.11+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651753300572054050" /></a><br /><br />Congratulations to the NOCN students from Downlands, Pewsey Vale, Rowdeford, Hardenhuish, Abbeyfields and Springfields school.<br />We had a really exciting day when Jilly Cooper very kindly agreed to come along to present some of our students with certificates following their successful completion of our OCN course. We had a really lovely day with Jilly spending lots and lots of time signing autographs and copies of her recent book.Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-77609480321295380082011-08-26T11:14:00.002+01:002011-08-26T11:20:39.836+01:00The Booby and Grouse Meet Gavin & Smithy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje7QUc3mu75fmiud2Y4GwzAUVzIGfBHm9dS9fmVcZ0m9rfuNw1jFWr09FN3jBy_uc1VDyCRmBaCE8-lbrErLQ0SmkgdyPkq4nMbIV07IqQf_V2qN0I82U0wiMpbkuH98o3gI31eYTW25E/s1600/Gavin+%2526+Smith+meet+Grouse.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje7QUc3mu75fmiud2Y4GwzAUVzIGfBHm9dS9fmVcZ0m9rfuNw1jFWr09FN3jBy_uc1VDyCRmBaCE8-lbrErLQ0SmkgdyPkq4nMbIV07IqQf_V2qN0I82U0wiMpbkuH98o3gI31eYTW25E/s320/Gavin+%2526+Smith+meet+Grouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645106419392761042" /></a>
<br />Jenny McCririck visited us yesterday to bring us some goodies for our tradestand and to introduce us to her lovely new dog Grouse. Poor old Grouse was a little puzzled about the 2 very bold sheep (and a little scared) - but at least he isn't as nervy as Mabel who regularly gets chased out of the orchard by Gavin!
<br />Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-75757532702178652532011-08-11T07:21:00.004+01:002011-08-11T07:28:37.057+01:00MaddyOn the final morning that The Prince's Trust were with us, Maddy told me that she was going to leave us for a job nearer her home. Maddy has been with us for nearly six years and has steered our ship with a steady hand....so....it was a big blow for both Michael and I and everyone in the charity. Six years is a very long time and throughout this time she has arrived to work every morning at 8.30am despite having to drive through horrid weather in the winter and having to do her own racehorse before she gets here. Her boots will be very hard to fill.
<br />We have been interviewing now for nearly a week, we have seen some strong candidates and I am glad to report that we will be joined by Fiona, I think that the helm will be safe in her hands. Luckily, she will be able to shadow Maddy in her final week and so, with luck, will not be quite so daunted at the enormity of the job.
<br />Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-8686006589583497682011-07-23T11:30:00.003+01:002011-07-23T11:46:38.992+01:00Get Started with Horses at GreatwoodThis last week has been a new experience for all at Greatwood. During 2011 The Prince's Trust and the British Horseracing Authority worked closely together to develop and part fund Get Started with Horses, an engagement programme targeted at young people who are furthest from the job market to boost their confidence by focusing on their interest in horses and giving them an introduction to horses and the racing industry. They also gain practical skills in handling and grooming horses and basic first aid, team work and presentation skills.<br />Ten students undertook the programme which was written by Tricia and it is a testament to her skill in understanding the diversity of the needs of the students that all remained engaged and interested to the extent that they attended each day. It was wonderful to witness their progress during the week. We had a great day on Thursday when Andy Haynes was kind enough to show us around Conkwell Grange Stables and he had even held up his last lot so that everyone could see the horses on the gallops. We then went on to a 'behind the scenes' at Bath Racecourse. The students went into the weighing room, watched the horses in the parade ring and a couple of races and then went up to see the horses at the start. <br />Georgie came over from Northern Racing College to assess their course work during the week and the students were delighted that they all attained their certificates.<br />I think that everyone involved in the success of the programme hope that this is something that can be done a few times a year.Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151606992150461861.post-10205905893287229742011-07-01T10:46:00.002+01:002011-07-01T10:55:07.326+01:00Fingers CrossedI had failed to mention that in amongst all the organisation required for running the Open Day, our neighbouring farmer phoned up to say that he thought that there was a long enough fair weather window to risk cutting our field for haylage. We agreed, and on the Tuesday of the week before our Open Day, the Met Office predicted 7 days of dry weather. We cut the grass, only for the weather forecast to change and it looked as if we may lose the entire crop. This would have been a disaster because not only would we have to then buy forage when it is at rock high prices owing to all the dry weather in the Spring but also we would have to pay for the fertilizer, cutting and getting someone to take it away. Thankfully the haylage was ready to bale on Saturday and James worked until after midnight to wrap it. The heavens opened on Sunday morning but at least our winter forage was saved.<br />We cut the remaining hay fields a couple of days ago,and given a fair wind, baling should take place on Sunday. Fingers crossed for continued sunshine!Yeadon Yarnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13079432444499366628noreply@blogger.com0