Shocks not Horrors!

Someday she hoped they'd host a horse-ball clinic. But in the early days, Jill wanted to teach a lesson about appropriate size of turns. It seemed to her that not a single student on the property, including the most "advanced," had any idea about a so-called large (aka 20m circle). When they lined up, came out from the middle for their turn on course or for mounting and dismounting, they asked their horses to turn on a dime, often from a standstill, without any leg at all, over and over and over. Jill couldn't correct each student each time individually effectively enough. They had no idea about the guideline 3 times the leg power for any touch of hand. She so wanted to create a lesson plan or two about it!

Meanwhile, the volunteers were sitting up six jump courses at the boss's instruction, implying Jill's horse welfare lesson plan inappropriate for their level? Maybe in July? Practice for the show and jump jump jump to it?

Jill also wondered if she could earn enough trust to ask volunteers or a working student or an assistant instructor could be allowed to stay with her. Maybe this helper could even work on trying to soften up the track footing for the poor horse bones in any spare time?

At least, she wasn't being asked to pull at the manes barbaricky short at least, or being the ones who don't like it to deal with as an intro, ha.
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An occasional co-worker was complaining to Jill as they shovelled that he has been interviewing for jobs and waiting for the call back... and, he thinks it must be as awful as waiting for a call from a potential lover and/or hoping for a date invitation. The agony!

Jill yelled at him, while mucking out stalls, joking at full volume, "oh ya? WELL YOU SHOULD TRY WAITING FOR BOTH KINDS OF CALLS AT THE SAME TIME!" He left with a smirk and she finished the last stall without his supervision dumping the wheelbarrow thank you very much...

Walking the slightly snowy thus slippery UPHILL plank up to and over the manure spreader with a full wheelbarrow was good for her riding. Jill thought there couldn't be a stronger motivator to keep one's balance! And a good riding practice happened during the chores, ha - Jill had tumbled in after many a dumped wheelbarrow in her lifetime and could attest to how gross and embarrassing to fall in it can be. She was very aware of her stomach muscles afterwards... and, for sure mucking out was good for her pony ride arms too.
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Jill was thrilled for her student who was estactic because the Duchess said she liked her horse! What an honour to be in the Royal Winter Fair's opening ceremonies like that!