I’m not sure that they’re not the same thing, which is why I asked. Maybe the names were different regionally? I have heard of both.I had a pair of Riders, with segs.
Don't remember Dealers though.
Jutters? Not heard that name before.I believe different areas had different names for them. Dealer or Chelsea boots was more a southern name for them. We always called them 'jutters.'
Surely it was the other way round - Dr Martens were going out of fashion when I started wearing riding boots. I think it was around 76/77 when I first got a pair.I’m not sure that they’re not the same thing, which is why I asked. Maybe the names were different regionally? I have heard of both.
Riders were common at school early 80s. I think DMs took over?Ri
I was wearing completely different stuff and didn’t own either.
You could easily be right. I remember both styles but not sure which way around it went.Surely it was the other way round - Dr Martens were going out of fashion when I started wearing riding boots. I think it was around 76/77 when I first got a pair.
I've never owned a pair of riding boots.
That must have been interesting. They’re a tight community and I guess they don’t let many outsiders in?There was a guy in Whale Hill that sold them from the back of his house and I got a few pairs off him, but we would mainly go over to the horse sales in Stanley and buy them from there for a lot cheaper.
I was into horse riding and used to look after the gypsies horses in the summer when they went travelling for the shows. I knew a bloke who had a field at the bottom of Eston Hills and I would hire it from him and then charge the Foster's a few quid extra and have the best of both worlds - horses to ride and money in my pocket.
I knew them from school and had also been in hospital with one of them. My mate was buying a horse off one of them that wasn't broken in and because I was the smallest, I had to get on it. It was like something out of the Bonanza, with this thing throwing me all over the place, but I hung on and it settled down.That must have been interesting. They’re a tight community and I guess they don’t let many outsiders in?
The only time we ever saw a horse, it was attached to the rag and bone man’s cartI knew them from school and had also been in hospital with one of them. My mate was buying a horse off one of them that wasn't broken in and because I was the smallest, I had to get on it. It was like something out of the Bonanza, with this thing throwing me all over the place, but I hung on and it settled down.
We later learnt it needed to be led around on a long rein and introduced to a saddle, etc. and that we couldn't do it like the wild west.
One of them had returned to school after being missing for two years and because he knew me he was put in all my classes.That must have been interesting. They’re a tight community and I guess they don’t let many outsiders in?
It will have been one of these that I looked after. Laughing emojiThe only time we ever saw a horse, it was attached to the rag and bone man’s cart