By Suzanne Amos
A KIND community is helping one of Saddleworth’s most loved riding schools rebuild its memories after a fire devastated the premises two years ago.
Judith Liversidge, from Dobcross, nearly lost everything when Husteads Riding School, set up in 1971 when she was 13 years old, was destroyed by the blaze. 
The fire ruined precious photographs she had kept for more than 40 years but after an appeal in the Independent, Judith revealed kind people are helping her re-record the past.
Judith said: “I have had so many people contact me since the article.
“Customers who came here when they were young have wanted to come back with their children and also show us their photos.
“They have been happy to learn my old pony Rosy who survived the fire is still with us. She is now 43 and still loves working with the children.”
The community rallied around Judith and husband Nick at the time of the fire as kind donations and a sponsored ride raised £8,660 along with their own money to rebuild the uninsured stables.
Judith said she was humbled by this kindness and her livelihood is a thriving business once more, with her passion for her horses, ponies and one donkey helping her cope over the last two years.
She added: “The horses mean so much to me. They are more than a hobby, and in many ways you look after them more than you would a pet because it’s your living.”
If you have any pictures, contact Judith or Nick at Husteads Riding School, Dobcross: 01457 870904. The riding school is open as normal.
Julian Taylor, a friend of the family, who owns the Church Inn in Uppermill, penned a poem to record the devastating scene after rushing to help after the blaze.
Blazing Saddles
Is that smoke an orange glow?
coming from a house that I know.
I think its Judiths ‘n Nicks
over there, in Dobcross sticks
If that’s the stables that are alight –
blazing saddles there could be tonight.
I’ll try to ring
then take flight
Across the valley on this dark night
Blazing saddles there could have been
Out of the fire that I have just seen
When I arrive, thank God, all the animals are still alive
Blazing saddles? that’s not going to be
“You lot – follow me!”
Into the smoke Judith goes
Followed by all, now that’s no joke
Oh the saddles are safe – can we rest?
Look, Judith is distressed we can tell
“Get the box from that fiery hell!”
So off we go on a mission,
don’t ask the fireman for permission
What’s important about that box?
Hope it’s not just full of smelly socks!
“Don’t be daft!” Judith laughs,
“It’s full of memories from my past”
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