‘No. Seamus has always had a difficult relationship with his father.’
‘Not surprising. I’ve heard the way he orders his staff about in the yard; the man’s an absolute ogre. What he doesn’t get is that they’re there because they love those horses, and want to do the best for them. They don’t need him bellowing at them all the time.’
An idea was formulating in Tobias’ mind. ‘Would you consider setting up your own training yard?’
‘Yes, I think I would.’ Dylan had half thought of this already, but had dismissed the idea as overambitious. He needed space and plenty of it. ‘But where?’
‘Here. The old stable block could be improved to your requirements, extended if need be. There’s plenty of land. Think about it.’
‘I will.’ Dylan narrowed his eyes; a plan was formulating in his mind already, one that had ignited a spark in his heart. ‘I’d rent the stables and land from you, but want full control of the yard.’
Tobias nodded. ‘Fine. Would you not need some form of support, though?’
‘I’d want an assistant trainer.’ And he knew just the person. For the first time in weeks, his switch was about to turn on.
