A livery yard with six thousand acres of hacking on the doorstep
Most liveries within reach of London have the same problem: to get your horse onto anything other than a road, you have to box up and drive. At Willows you ride out of the yard and into Epping Forest. Six thousand acres of ancient woodland, with miles of established bridleways, begin at our boundary — you can hack for hours without touching tarmac, and in the middle of a summer week you'll often see nobody at all.
That is the whole reason the yard exists in the form it does. It is small, it is private, and it is quiet. The horses live in a settled group, the fields are proper grazing rather than paddocks scraped out of a car park, and the atmosphere is more like a friend's farm than a commercial centre. There is no arena hire diary to fight over and no queue at the gate.
The yard shares the site with our caravan park, which produces something we didn't entirely plan: a number of people live here and keep their horse here, thirty seconds from their front door. If you have ever driven forty minutes each way twice a day in the dark to muck out, the appeal of that will be immediately obvious.









