She opened up at seven each morning, gave the horses their breakfast before staff or liveries arrived and was invariably the last to leave each night.
Although she had no qualifications, everyone said “What
Possett doesn’t know about horses isn’t worth knowing”. A firm believer in the efficacy of poultices and bran mash, her knowledge owed more to “Black Beauty” than the current “BHS Manual of Stable Management”. Enid
She always gave the young ones their first lessons pre-Pony Club and unfailingly instilled the same principles of straight-back, heels-down, leg-on and “Don’t take any nonsense!”
Her recurrent mantras were “When you fall off, get straight back on” and “It’s a horse, not a pet, child!”
All liveries were to be regarded at best as a necessary evil. They would be tolerated, provided they did not interfere in any way with daily routine.
Liveries must not obstruct Enid’s access to straw, hay or water and must never, ever touch her favourite wheelbarrow, extra long-handled fork, snow shovel and broom – the efficient one with a luxuriant head of bristles (unlike the majority on the yard).
The reward for decades of such devotion was the general understanding that
Over tea, following