Abingdon
Group
Riders' &
Instructors' Stories
Why is RDA so
special?
I have been a
member of Abingdon Riding for the Disabled for 33 years as I have
Spina Bifida.
In 1975 at 7 years
old after a chance meeting between my mother and Ann Barlow
(Chairman of the Group) I joined the group as a rider at a local
riding school where the newly formed RDA group had recently been
started.
This was the
beginning of my love affair with “The Horse”
My family were not
horse lovers and I was given the choice of RDA or Brownies – I chose
riding! My whole family
sacrificed so much of their time for me to do RDA since although my
brother was away for much of the time my sister was not old enough
to be left alone.
Holiday dates had to be
arranged with RDA in mind!
For many years I
looked forward to my weekly riding lesson riding a variety of horses
and ponies. I can remember when it was held on a Friday evening I
was allowed golden syrup sandwiches before we went – what a
treat!
Along the way
there were many experiences which were to play a huge part in my
life…..
Some not so
good: falling off – I
think you have to do that 7 times before you become a proper
rider!
Reaching the final
selection trails but not being picked for the team for the first
International dressage competition to be held in Sweden
Some fantastic
ones:
Riding
holidays Horse shows and
competitions Qualifying at
Regional Dressage events which enabled me to
compete in Dressage at National level and winning at National level
in 1981 and 1985.
During that time I
learnt so much and developed a love and passion for dressage which I
was able to pursue until 2003 when my first daughter was born.
At the age of 17 I
reached a milestone – I passed my driving test and was able to drive
myself to the stables.
I was not tied to 1 hour a week – I could go when I wanted to
help out. There were
many classes I could get involved with and I could also carry on
riding
Eight years ago I
became a Group Instructor which gave me yet more opportunities to
give back some of what I had learnt over the preceding years. In 2001 I got married and my
husband became a helper in the lessons I was teaching. He also
became part of the Carriage driving team who met weekly. With two young children
Anthony and I cannot give so much time but I still am able to go up
to the stables at weekends when Anthony can babysit!
Why am I still
part of the RDA now that I have a family of my own? I am still part
of Abingdon RDA because it is they who have shaped me into the
person who I am and I have made lifelong friends in people and
horses. It is a
tremendous privilege to have met so many Instructors, helpers and
riders, not to mention the horses and ponies who have served and
continue to serve religiously without complaint.
I cannot imagine
life without it
Anna
Hummerston
HOLIDAYS ON THE RIDGEWAY - ABINGDON
GROUP
To spend a week in the summer riding the Ridgeway
along paths filled with clouds of different coloured butterflies
feeding on wild buddleia and a mass of other flowers, can only be
summed up as a very special privilege.

In 1993 the Group decided that they really should make the most
of having the Berkshire Downs on their doorstep. The
Court Hill Youth Hostel, a beautifully converted barn complex just
off the A338, with magnificent views down to Letcombe Regis and far
beyond, seemed to be the ideal place to base ourselves for the
week. It not only had excellent accommodation for both our
helpers and disabled riders, but also a feed room and stabling for 4
ponies. Very conveniently the farm below the Hostel was
owned by some good friends and they were more than happy for us to
use a field and stable facilities for the rest of our ponies.

We decided that the best way to run our riding week was to bring
our ponies up to the Ridgeway on the Sunday, and to have our helpers
ride in the afternoon to settle the ponies into their new
environment at the pace that would be the norm for the whole
week. This has proved an invaluable exercise as an
area such as the Ridgeway with a seemingly endless horizon and
tempting stretches of gallops, might encourage even the best RDA
pony to become extremely headstrong. Throughout the years we
have normally taken between 8 and 10 horses, with at least 3 of the
smallest ponies being stabled at the Youth Hostel.
On Sunday evening the first disabled riders arrive at the Hostel
in time to help clean tack, have supper and finally make sure the
ponies are fed and watered last thing at night. Usually
there are 2 helpers in charge of up to 4 riders and of course the
evening is full of fun, playing a variety of card and board
games. If it is a fine evening there is enough space
outside to play football or just walk through the Beech woods to
look down on the farm where the rest of the ponies are making the
most of a wonderful large field. Each cabin has 4 bunk
beds - needless to say there is always a rush to choose the best
bed! The helpers sleep in the next door cabin.
Unfortunately the walls are rather thin so they cannot help but
listen to the inevitable high jinks, discussions on the best and
worst ponies, and as deep secrets start to unfold, it is certainly
time to bang on the wall to bid them a final good night!

At around 7 a.m. the next morning the riders are woken and the
helpers, wondering if they have had any sleep at all, supervise the
feeding of the ponies before mucking out. It comes as
quite a shock to some of the children how many wheelbarrows of wet
straw and manure come out of each stable! Everybody is more
than ready for a hearty breakfast of fried eggs and
bacon. Then it is time to groom and tack up the
ponies. Meanwhile more helpers have arrived and
have set off down to the farm below to catch, groom and tack up
those ponies. By 10 ish the ponies from Court Hill are
ridden down the steep hill to the farm to meet up with the other
riders, helpers, walkers and sometimes cyclists. As one
can imagine it always takes much longer than one thinks to get
everyone organised, but we are usually ready to set off by 10.45
a.m. The rides along the Ridgeway and connecting
bridleways are carefully planned to suit the particular riders for
that day- and possibly the fitness of our walkers too!
Ideally we have one helper rider in charge of one disabled rider
with 2 or 3 walkers who are side walkers or general backups, adding
enouragement when necessary. On occasions we have had
mountain bike enthusiasts with us who have not only been
indespensible, biking on to make sure we are taking the correct
path, but having fun themselves - we certainly never have to wait
for them! Depending on our riders we will ride anything from 1
- 2 hours before our designated lunch stop and then another 1 -
2 hours afterwards. Lunch is often at a very well
situated barn at a 4 way junction in the heart of the downs.
The ponies have become very adept at pinching the odd sandwich or
apple out of an unsuspecting hand, and some have even perfected the
art of tackling a box drink from a straw! Last year we
improvised a hitching line for most of the ponies to be tied to, so
that the hungry riders could eat their lunch in peace.
Remounting riders after lunch without mounting blocks has proved
that with improvisation anything is possible! Stiles, gates,
banks and even a fork lift tractor with a pallette in front have all
been used to great effect and much laughter.

The range of riders who come out for the days experience on the
Ridgeway is huge - from a three year old little boy who was
determined to make it all the way, despite his mothers anxiety, to
blind adults, who are quite willing to put their trust in their
ponies and helpers. Some of the more able riders are
happy to do a 14 mile ride with the odd canter , which is a
tremendous achievement and even the helper riders are more than
thankful to sink into a deep bath after such a long time in the
saddle! But even the most disabled enjoy riding up to 5 miles
in such a breath taking landscape of ever changing shades and
colours. On one occasion a very nervous teenager started off
slightly reticent at doing anything more than a walk.
After a lengthy but quiet trot on the lead he suddenly said he
wanted to trot by himself - after that there was no stopping
him. He was totally relaxed and his big grin said it all! This
is what the week on the Ridgeway is all about, giving our riders the
time and encouragement they need to achieve a particular
goal. And so back to the stables after a day of fun and
laughter, and in time to welcome the next group of riders and
helpers for that night, and the following day.
In a nutshell our weeks riding holiday on the Ridgeway brings the
best ingredients of RDA together - fun, excitement, camaraderie,
team work and achievement.
Milla Harvey.
Sue's story........
What is a Doo Doo??
So the holiday begins ...
The place is Clwyd
Special Riding Centre, the location is Llanfyndidd, Clwyd, Wales,
and the time, well I think you had better talk to Ann and Milla
about that. Let's say we (myself and my slave David, known to
outsiders as my husband) arrive half an hour before the appointed
time due to a very successful journey. It is good to stretch our
legs in the glorious Welsh September sunshine after being on the wet
English motorway for a few hours. If this weather is a sign of
things to come, then we wouldn't be using the full size indoor
school or the 2 kilometres of all-weather track surrounding the
fields of horses. Instead we would be riding up through the hills
which formed a magnificent backdrop to the riding centre.
The
crowd eventually turns up and extricates themselves from Ann's car.
We never did quite determine the reason for the delay, only that Ann
blamed Milla and Milla was adamant that Ann delayed proceedings.
This definitely set the scene for the holiday with Ann and Milla who
had to be separated during mealtimes to prevent food
fights.
Onto our first ride, the purpose of which is to
ensure that the horses suit their allocated riders, or is it the
other way round? Since this is my article, I shall use the privilege
to begin with Aladdin, my pony. To begin with I was a little
disappointed as he was about 14 hands rather than the 17 hand
hunter, Rocky who David was on and with whom he was delighted with.
However, during the next few days I fell in love with Aladdin who
was a joy to ride and so sweet natured. He neither pulled, not did
he require excessive persuasion to change up a gear. We walked,
trotted, and cantered, throughout which he was the perfect
gentleman. His only vice being that he would insist on trying to
eat, resulting in some fully felt curses from me, and oh yes, stood
on David's foot once, but then it shouldn't have been in the way,
should it?
This first trial ride took all eight of us around
the all-weather track and included a walk through the water splash.
Everybody was quite satisfied with their mounts and the only rider
who had to change horse throughout the holiday was Milla! Anna was
happy with her fell pony Jake who had the most tremendous shoulders
and was raring to go on the hacks, but a bit of a pig in the school.
Julia got on well with Albert except when Milla was trying to lead
her from Zak and the two got in quite a tangle. Brython was a
dressage horse who Lynn rode and of whom Cassie was very
jealous.
The sun continues to shine for our day ride into the
mountains. Once the initial road work has been ridden, we are on a
wooded track that winds upwards to the summit. We reach the picnic
site within the allotted time only to have to wait for Ann and
Sheila to arrive with lunch. Perhaps to be fair I should mention
that as we set out on the ride, Ann had to go and buy lunch, then
make it, then bring it to us - poor excuse for keeping us at
starvation's door! Following a most skilfully prepared lunch, we
remount and set off at a canter up a further hill, before beginning
our gradual descent home.
Unfortunately, the weather is
deteriorating so today is our final outride up the hills behind the
centre and across the moorland on what is known as the 'donkey
ride'. We were to discover the origins of that name as we
encountered a donkey that threatened the tranquility of hacking in
this wonderful countryside by attempting to attach himself to us. We
were able to have a few more sessions of trotting, or for some,
cantering on this ride. It was rather stoney underfoot and the
scenery far more open. As we were up behind the centre, we could
look down onto where we were staying.
Two riding days to go
and the hills disappear into the mists. Never mind, as Gemma is on
hand to take us for a lesson in the school where the horses have to
show what they can really do. Aladdin proves he can do everything
and is a whizz at leg yielding, although we do have difficulty
cantering on the left rein, but then I have a nasty suspicion that
was me rather than him.
There's more to life than riding
.....
Horses, to some people's surprise cannot occupy 24
hours in a day, so other activities also took place. Kate was
exposed a great jigsaw puzzler and so with aid from friends and the
phamton jigsaw finisher who positioned the last half dozen pieces
while Kate was at the pub, successfully completed two puzzles. Does
this sound bad Kate? Should I perhaps point out that we all took a
trip to the pub. It was all in the cause of duty as we have
succeeded in selling some raffle tickets to the publican - I guess
it's a bit difficult when you have eight pairs of eyes ready to
devour you if you refuse to buy any. We also invaded, en mass, into
neighbouring towns such a Chester, after which we tramped into
Sheila's for tea and cakes. This substanance turned out to be very
necessary as between Ann and Milla, they decided it would be fun
to drive around the same roundabout several times on the way on the
way home! I think it must have come into the same category as the
ice cream fight during an evening meal.
Also, after each
ride, it was all hands to tack cleaning - a definite downside to
riding. Every saddle and bridle required sponging down and polishing
with saddle soap. This, as with every other chore, everybody mucked
in and did their bit. The cooking of supper was an example of this
collaboration aided by Milla and Anna who had brought ready prepared
meals to be heated up. These culinary delights included chicken
casserole, lasagne, and sausage hot pot. Meal times never quite
degenerated into feeding time at the zoo, but suffice to say there
was never much left over.
And Finally ......
Thank you
to Milla and Ann for a very successful holiday.
P.S. For an
explanation of the title speak to any member of the holiday.
-
Registered
Charity No. 1074161.
(A Group Member
of the Riding for the Disabled Association incorporating Carriage
Driving, Registered Company No.5010395,
Registered Charity No. 244108)
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