My horses are at home, but the house isn't really noticeable from the stretch of fence the public can access them from, and I generally look like I live in a ditch. A ditch accessed through a hedge, and hair that looks like it's been back combed by worzel Gummidge on speed.
I've been called stuck up/ rich when I've caught trespassers that will have realised it's my house/ land. Cos obviously if I didn't own the land I'd be perfectly happy for entitled twats to be climbing in to maul a foal or trying to sit their dc on highly unsuitable mounts. I was once informed I was a stuck up rich selfish cunt and I had no reason to be so up myself when I was a tramp, and if I got rid of my stupid horses which were only worth the price of burgers I could buy some decent clothes and afford a hairdresser. Because I ran out to drag someone's offspring off a pony before they were seriously injured.
I'm also not remotely stuck up. I'm horse obsessed, always have been, and recognise I was incredibly privileged to come from a background where they are the norm. I therefore really sympathise with anyone equally obsessed but unable to access them and will go out of my way to let people interact or get involved.
I've also had someone knock on my door and demand I replace their very expensive new country wear, because after they'd climbed in through the fence to molest the horses, the Shetland and/ or the mad dash through the hedge to escape being mugged had ripped their clothes. When I declined I was told I was a rich bitch etc, but simultaneously I was only jealous because I couldn't afford quality clothing like theirs.
And again, it isn't people that might reasonably see me or any other horse owner as rich simply because we have disposable incomes, it's usually those that could afford a horse, or even several. My personal theory is that horses/ the country are the one area the pretentious, desperate to be perceived as middle class don't feel comfortable with, so they resent it and need an excuse to judge us.
A friend originally came from an inner city Manchester council estate, still has a Mancunian accent and when she's annoyed/ upset it's even more pronounced. Not living anywhere near Manchester, it's fairly noticeable. The area she lives in now has quite a lot of second home owners from London, and yet she is still called a rich stuck up bitch when she asks them to stop interfering with the horses.
There's also a lot of rural poverty here, and some locals with experience have free access to other people's horses, or work for their horses keep. And they get called rich and stuck up too.