Her next posting was with the Bostocks, an ENT (ear, nose and throat specialist) doctor and his wife out of Hastings. Their three kids all had ponies and one donkey. Carolyn helped them with their riding and had a great time, including making a dressage arena with posts and tying string together. On chopping off the excess rope with a tomahawk, she managed to chop the corner of her finger off. She presented to her ENT doctor boss in the kitchen, who was home for lunch: “Take off the towel and show me,” he asked politely. On doing so, he promptly thought about passing out and said, “Cover that up now and keep it above your head!” It healed, but today Carolyn still has a slight deficit of finger to remind her of the Bostock days! Not that she realised it at the time, but the Bostock family were to be the end of her nannying and jackaroo days.
Many of Carolyn’s friends were now married and moving along with their lives, and Carolyn was at a stage where she was a little betwixt and between. She moved home to Gisborne again, and the Land Rover that Carolyn used to tow her float to all the shows was away from the property more than her father thought fair — and so he put his foot down. So Carolyn went and bought a pink flat-topped truck, which she adored and used to tow the float to all the jumping shows — covering a large part of the North Island in the process!
Carolyn admits that she rode to compete, and that she was competitive (I have to say not was but is!) Carolyn was always and still is uncanny at keeping her eyes wide open for a better way to be in front of her competitors. She was always watching the best of the time, seeing their ways and how they gained that extra mark. She took it on board to make herself a better competitor; she never let a chance go by, stayed well read and always knew the rules inside out. The quite achiever who was always at attention!
On the way home from a show in her pink truck with Marcus and a good mare named Marnie on board, she was wondering about her future. She was not the happiest, as Marcus had started to stop, something that Carolyn knew wasn’t right; it was found out that he unfortunately had ringbone and his jumping days were limited.
As with a cat falling on its feet, there was a call from Karl Jurenak, asking if Carolyn would come and join him and his wife at Tibor Equestrian Centre as their working pupil on the outskirts of Sydney. After talking with her parents — who were not that keen — she spent a short while thinking about it and then returned the call and agreed. It was a whirlwind pack-up, and then off to the airport… next stop, Sydney, Australia!
Stay tuned for Part 3 of Carolyn’s story in the October issue of Equestrian Life!
Catch up on Part 1 in the August issue of Equestrian Life. EQ
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