Post by helen1983 on Oct 10, 2015 18:09:52 GMT
Hi all, thought I'd get a photostory going seeing as I've tidied the yard! Sorry it's so short (and the photos are fairly pants as they're taken on my phone) I will get part 2 up as soon as I can!
The wind whipped around Sally's legs as she strode purposefully down the long, track, pebbles skittering from her feet as her boots crunched into the gravel. It was pleasant enough in autumn around here; and it was nice to return to somewhere she called close to home.
In her hand she held an auction booklet; on the front was an old whitewashed stable building, with classic red roof tiles; though a little the worse for wear, it still retained plenty of charm. Sally had never been one for 'modern' in fact, she'd only just joined the smartphone brigade and had been coerced into buying the latest iPhone. She'd had to admit, grudgingly, that she was impressed by the gadget, not that she'd tell Jonathan that. He loved it when she was wrong.
She stopped in front of the building, feeling a pang of sadness as her eyes swept the barren yard. She'd spent most of her childhood and teenage years here, and could recall the hustle and bustle of ponies shouting across the yard at each other, kicking their doors impatiently for feeding and hearing Judy's roar at them in return as she slung buckets into the yard, ready for little volunteers to pick them up and scurry into the stables.
She peered into one of the stables; she recalled this one had belonged to Tilly, a sweet little bay Welsh pony mare. She remembered how they used to clean Tilly's bum with baby lotion and cotton pads, and Judy had just shook her head and laughed at how pampered the little pony had been.
Sally sighed. Was she being a little too...emotional about the whole thing? This was a huge investment, and there'd be a lot of work to do. She'd need to find paying customers too...they wouldn't share Sally's nostalgia and most likely they'd clear off down the road to the Grange, where brash American barns marred the landscape and not a single shaving was out of place.
The real benefit was that they needed a quick sale; Judy had sold off all the riding school ponies as she'd had to look after her ill husband, but when he later passed away, she'd decided that it would be best to sell up completely. This was one of the cheapest properties on the market.
She recalled a saying that she'd seen on a television documentary about Richard Branson, and he'd said 'if someone offers you an opportunity and you're not sure you can do it, say yes-then learn how to do it later'. With this in mind, she leafed through the sales brochure, pulled her iPhone from her pocket, and dialled.
The wind whipped around Sally's legs as she strode purposefully down the long, track, pebbles skittering from her feet as her boots crunched into the gravel. It was pleasant enough in autumn around here; and it was nice to return to somewhere she called close to home.
In her hand she held an auction booklet; on the front was an old whitewashed stable building, with classic red roof tiles; though a little the worse for wear, it still retained plenty of charm. Sally had never been one for 'modern' in fact, she'd only just joined the smartphone brigade and had been coerced into buying the latest iPhone. She'd had to admit, grudgingly, that she was impressed by the gadget, not that she'd tell Jonathan that. He loved it when she was wrong.
She stopped in front of the building, feeling a pang of sadness as her eyes swept the barren yard. She'd spent most of her childhood and teenage years here, and could recall the hustle and bustle of ponies shouting across the yard at each other, kicking their doors impatiently for feeding and hearing Judy's roar at them in return as she slung buckets into the yard, ready for little volunteers to pick them up and scurry into the stables.
She peered into one of the stables; she recalled this one had belonged to Tilly, a sweet little bay Welsh pony mare. She remembered how they used to clean Tilly's bum with baby lotion and cotton pads, and Judy had just shook her head and laughed at how pampered the little pony had been.
Sally sighed. Was she being a little too...emotional about the whole thing? This was a huge investment, and there'd be a lot of work to do. She'd need to find paying customers too...they wouldn't share Sally's nostalgia and most likely they'd clear off down the road to the Grange, where brash American barns marred the landscape and not a single shaving was out of place.
The real benefit was that they needed a quick sale; Judy had sold off all the riding school ponies as she'd had to look after her ill husband, but when he later passed away, she'd decided that it would be best to sell up completely. This was one of the cheapest properties on the market.
She recalled a saying that she'd seen on a television documentary about Richard Branson, and he'd said 'if someone offers you an opportunity and you're not sure you can do it, say yes-then learn how to do it later'. With this in mind, she leafed through the sales brochure, pulled her iPhone from her pocket, and dialled.