Post by Kaylee Parker on Feb 20, 2008 21:49:38 GMT -5
`ABOUT COVENTRY HILLS
Welcome to Coventry Hills! Coventry is a lush farm in Wellington, Florida. The estate is surrounded by trees and a tall black fence that goes around the property. As you glance up at the farm sign above the gate and push open the door, you wonder what kind of horses belong here.
As you step into the large, 75 stall barn and look around, you gasp. The large box stalls were filled with fresh bedding ontop of a rubber stall mat, and the gorgeous oak doors contained a brass nameplate with the horse's name on it. The oak side of the stall was sparkling, and the automatic waterer and feed bucket attatched to the wall were filled with grain and water. The black horse's coat was gleaming in the light from the bulb in the aisle, and you felt like you were in some kind of horsey hotel. The window on the side of the stall was partway open for ventelation and for hot summer days, and the mister/fan was currently stationary on the ceiling. The black stallion poked his nose out of the open front stall door, and you patted it absentmindedly.
You glanced appreciatvley at the wash stalls in the corner of the barn and the lounge with blue and tan on the other side of the aisle, which connected to the tack room filled with saddles, bridles, and medicines and more. As you meandered further down the barn aisleway you come to a large space between stalls, the entrance to the indoor arena. The huge arena is filled with colorful jumps and windows that allowed one to see into the heated lounge and tack room, with mirrors on the other side. As you peeked in, you saw a girl riding a shining chestnut mare, but decided to leave them alone.
You come to the end of the barn, where there is another space which is the path up to the two outdoor rings, which are also filled with jumps of all sizes and colors. Further past the rings you spy a large lake with a dense forest surrounding it, the ground worn with hoofbeats on what you must assume to be many trails through the woods. To the left of the lake is a large field, with a few logs here and there set up, and a few that lead into the woods. You wonder if this is a cross-country course. As you jog back to the barn, you stroll down the aisles till you come to a small room on your left side.
You peer through the window, looking at bags of shavings and bags of grain. You assume this must be the storage room which was filled with bedding, food, pitchforks and scoops. Across from that there are bales of alfalfa hay, and a few water buckets with a hose. The pathway out of the barn this way leads to four large pastures, and four smaller ones. There are a few horses running around, and you even see a young foal! Aww! You strain your eyes past the pasture and see that there are only more trails and a few more jumps.
A young girl with sleek brown hair pulled into a scruffy ponytail and golden tanned skin jogs up to you. She looks as if she has been working and you smile at her. She smiles back. "Hi there. I'm one of the owners of Coventry." She glances towards the barn. "If you need anything, please ask me or one of the stable hands...we're always here to help!" You nod and smile as you continue to look over the farm. As the girl starts away, she calls over her shoulder, "Oh, and welcome!!"
Coventry Hills is a unique hunters/eq/jumpers RPG with a fun atmosphere, friendly members and great ideas.
You can join any type of student you want: rich snobby girls or a boy who has been working his way up to get to the top, step by step.
You can either own your own horse and board it here, lease one from someone, or ride a school horse. You will be expected to participate in shows. You can also be a person who owns a broodmare, and has bred it to one of the Coventry stallions. Your horse will stay in the foaling barn. Or, you could be a groom or a stable hand. A groom gets paid to take care of people's horses, and a stable hand just generally helps out around the barn.
Seriously, go wild!
