Grenoside Equestrian Centre, Sheffield, UK
Visited: 2011-2012
While working in Sheffield for a couple of years I was missing riding terribly and so enquired at Grenoside about taking up a few lessons. They were very accommodating as I could only get there at awkward times on the bus in the evenings. The centre is in north Sheffield, adjacent to the dense woodlands and the glorious bridleways of the trans-pennine-trail. They also have a large outdoor school and cross-country course.
These were the first school based lessons I'd had in a fair while and my instructor really made me work, resulting in serious DOMS (delayed-onset-muscle-soreness) and funny walking for the next few days. I had a number of lessons on two horses, a gorgeously unusual looking 16hh draft-cross blue roan called Scooby and a 14.2 pretty dark bay mare named Pride. With Scooby I had my first attempts at (supposedly controlled-ish) jumping, luckily for me Scooby knew all the ropes, really taking care of me whilst I felt like I was flying along at HOYS when in reality he was doing barely more than a skip over the poles. On Pride I stuck to groundwork with plenty of bending, trotting circles and no stirrups with endless instructions to follow to keep me and her concentrating. In fact most of the time my brain felt as though I'd been desperately cramming for a test rather than riding. On my last lesson before I moved from Sheffield we went on a hack and although it was absolutely pouring with rain I'll always fondly remember the sound of Scooby's hooves clattering on the trail.
Click to visit Grenoside Equestrian Centre's site.
These were the first school based lessons I'd had in a fair while and my instructor really made me work, resulting in serious DOMS (delayed-onset-muscle-soreness) and funny walking for the next few days. I had a number of lessons on two horses, a gorgeously unusual looking 16hh draft-cross blue roan called Scooby and a 14.2 pretty dark bay mare named Pride. With Scooby I had my first attempts at (supposedly controlled-ish) jumping, luckily for me Scooby knew all the ropes, really taking care of me whilst I felt like I was flying along at HOYS when in reality he was doing barely more than a skip over the poles. On Pride I stuck to groundwork with plenty of bending, trotting circles and no stirrups with endless instructions to follow to keep me and her concentrating. In fact most of the time my brain felt as though I'd been desperately cramming for a test rather than riding. On my last lesson before I moved from Sheffield we went on a hack and although it was absolutely pouring with rain I'll always fondly remember the sound of Scooby's hooves clattering on the trail.
Click to visit Grenoside Equestrian Centre's site.