EXCLUSIVE

July 2015: Hinds has now been released to Northampton

April 2014

Jailed for 20 years in 2002 – Described in court as ‘One of the most dangerous serial child rapists in the UK’ – Hinds will be automatically released in July 2015

Sexual predator Gary Hinds pictured above in 2002

MULTIPLE child rapist Gary Hinds, from Desborough, who sexually abused girls at his mother´s riding school was jailed for 20 years in 2002.

HOWEVER, Hinds has now been granted a parole hearing within the next few months. If Hinds is not granted a release on this date then he WILL be automatically released in July 2015

In what Judge Stanley Spence called the worst case of its kind he had ever come across, Hinds was found guilty of a total of 32 counts of sexual abuse which included rape and often violent sexual assaults against eight girls at a Windsor stables.

The then 38-year-old was managing a riding school for the charity Horse Rangers Association when he began his nine-year reign of terror.

Chubby, bespectacled Hinds raped three girls on 15 different occasions and committed another 14 acts of indecent assault and three of buggery against eight youngsters.

Incredibly, perverted Hinds carried out his depraved sex attacks in his own home,– some in his own childrens bedroom and in the marital bedroom he shared with his wife – She quit the marriage after discovering what he had been doing.

He also raped and molested the young girls under railway arches in nearby Eton

Below are several photos of the proposed exclusion zones that have been set out by probation which would ban Hinds from

Bracknell and surrounding area

Exclusion zone 1: Bordering and including: B3034, Forest rd, A3095, Warfield street, B3034, Locks Ride, B3017, Priory rd, A3332, Swinley rd, B3430, Nine Mile rd, Old Wokingham rd, Peacock Lane, A329 Berkshire Way, B3048, Terrace rd South

Maidenhead & Windsor

Exclusion zone 2: Bordering and including – A355, Collinswood road, Harehatch rd, Woburn Common rd, Heathfield rd, Bourne End rd, Hedsor Hill, Perry Lane, A4094, B4447, Lower rd, Dean Lane, A404. Bordering but excluding the M4. Bordering but including the A308 Windsor rd, Dedworth rd, Clewer Hill rd, B3022, Bolton rd, Albert rd, A308, Ouseley rd, Welley rd, Horton rd, B376. Bordering but excluding the M4

 

April 2002

Riding school rapist is jailed

MULTIPLE rapist Gary Hinds, from Desborough, who sexually abused girls at his mother´s riding school, has been jailed for 20 years.

In what Judge Stanley Spence called the worst case of its kind he had ever come across, Hinds was found guilty of 32 counts of rape and often violent sexual assaults against eight girls at the Windsor stables.

The 38-year-old was managing a riding school for the charity Horse Rangers Association when he began his nine-year reign of terror.

The judge attacked the Royal Mews-based charity, claiming it should have recognised the danger Hinds posed

Chubby, bespectacled Hinds raped three girls on 15 different occasions and committed another 17 acts of indecent assault against eight youngsters.

The offences only ended when Hinds was forced to retire on health and safety grounds in 1999.

His victims wept with relief and hugged each other at Reading Crown Court last Wednesday as Judge Spence handed down a series of sentences ranging from one to 20 years, all of them to run concurrently.

During his trial, the jury heard how Hinds would lure the innocent youngsters into his clutches by plying them with alcopops and taking to them to see the musical Starlight Express.

He was allowed to take the children on weekend classes and camps and began a reign of terror which was to last from 1991 until 1999.

Victims told how he would use his power at the club to coerce the youngsters into performing sex acts on him.

Incredibly Hinds carried out his depraved sex attacks in his own home,– some in his own childrens bedroom and in the marital bedroom her shared with his wife, Barbara, who quit the marriage after discovering what he had been doing.

He also raped and molested the young girls under railway arches in nearby Eton, the jury was told.

Incredibly Hinds, who denied a total of 34 charges of rape, indecent assault and buggery on the girls, made them all give evidence in court, forcing the victims to publicly re-live their humiliation

One of the victims told how, during one sex attack at Hinds home, she was ordered to “keep quiet or youll wake the kids up”.

Judge Spence told Hinds: “This is the worst case of its kind that has ever come before me.

“You took advantage of an appalling lack of supervision by those in authority at the Horse Rangers Association.

“The abrogation of responsibility enabled you to carry out a campaign of rape and sexual assault on young girl Rangers.

“You were in the habit of selecting and isolating young girls for your pleasure.

He added: “It is clear you were always ready to use your weight, height, influence and some violence in order to bend them to your will.”

Judge Spence added that the crime was made worse by the fact the youngsters were from difficult backgrounds.

“Your monstrously cruel behaviour destroyed the Horse Rangers Association as a means of escape for the girls.

The judge attacked the associations bosses, claiming they ignored several warning signs about Hinds.

“It is my view those who were responsible for the Windsor Troop failed abysmally to fulfil their responsibility to the children in their charge. It was apparent he was unsuitable as long ago as 1986.”

Hinds, formerly of Desborough, sat impassively in the dock as the jury of seven women and five men took six hours and 55 minutes to return a total of 32 guilty verdicts against him – 15 of rape, 14 of indecent assault and three of buggery.

He was cleared of one count of rape and one count of indecent assault. A further count of indecent assault was dismissed earlier in the trial.

Parents in Desborough are now relieved he has been put behind bars but Hinds, who became chairman of the area tenants and residents association during his three years in Alder Close, has left behind a legacy of fear and distrust.

Many terrified parents living in the area kept their youngsters indoors for much of the time during the 18 months of his prosecution and others drew up a rota for parents to supervise any children playing in the street.

March 2002

My husband the serial rapist

IT WAS a heartbreaking vocabulary lesson. Barbara Scott watched her daughter read the local newspaper report, and waited for the inevitable questions. 

The first one tore her apart. “Mummy,” asked 11-year-old Amy, “what does rape mean?” 

You might think there can be nothing worse than having to tell your children Daddy is going to prison for 20 years. This week, however, Barbara discovered there is. She had to explain why. 

By the time she had settled her children on the sofa at her home, their father Gary Hinds had been exposed as one of the most dangerous serial rapists in Britain – responsible for a string of attacks on girls as young as 12. 

On Wednesday, in what the judge at Reading Crown Court described as “the worst case of its kind that has ever come before me”, Hinds, 38, was convicted of a horrifying 32 counts of rape, indecent assault and buggery. 

For eight years he had carried out a chilling reign of abuse at his workplace – the stables of an elite equestrian charity of which Princess Michael of Kent is patron. 

Jurors sat in stunned silence during the three-week trial as they heard how Hinds preyed on vulnerable children. But their disgust can’t have compared to that of his ex- wife, who learned that all the crimes had been committed during their marriage. The first took place just a year after their wedding. 

Barbara discovered, to her horror, that the girls Gary helpfully recruited as babysitters were actually his victims – sometimes abused in their marital bed while her own children slept nearby. 

Incredibly, she even came to realise that she had comforted one young rape victim after an attack, completely unaware of why the girl was upset. Today, the pretty 29-year-old catering assistant struggles to find words to describe her story. 

But her eyes, lined and dead, speak volumes. “People will ask how I didn’t know that my husband was a serial rapist,” she whispers. 

“They will read about the dreadful, sick things that he did to those children and they’ll say:’How could she not have known?’ I’ve asked myself that question a million times. 

“He raped them practically under my nose. He did those things in my bed, while my children were in the house.

Yet I had no idea. If I’d had even an inkling I’d have been screaming the place down. But I was the last to know. I knew I didn’t have a good husband. I knew, eventually, that there were problems in our marriage. 

“To have learned he’d been unfaithful to me would have been a big shock.

But to find out he’d been forcing himself on innocent youngsters – that is something else. It nearly killed me.” Barbara could not bear to attend the trial, save for a morning in the witness box where she gave evidence against him. 

She has only heard second-hand how the man she loved plied young girls with alcohol and raped them in his bedroom, at the riding school and while returning from trips to London where he had taken them to see musicals. 

During the trial, eight victims faced Gary, once farm manager at the prestigious Horse Rangers Association in Windsor, Berks, telling the court how he used his physical strength and position of authority to rape and abuse them, then ensure they kept quiet. 

Proceedings had to be halted as, one by one, they broke down while describing how he ruined their lives. One youngster recalled being raped nine times. 

“When I heard what the verdict was, I sat and cried,” says Barbara. “Part of me was glad. He got exactly what he deserved and he should pay for everything he did.

But another part was devastated. This was the man I used to love, and the father my children thought the world of. “My youngest wouldn’t accept it. He is only nine. He asked what rape was, just like my girl had, and I said it was when one person forced another to have sex. 

“He wouldn’t hear of it. He looked straight into my face and said:’My Daddy wouldn’t do anything like that. My Daddy wouldn’t hurt anybody.’ 

“Now I am left in an impossible position. I hate Gary for what he has done to me, to the kids and to those poor girls.

But I cannot tell my son and daughter that their father should rot in hell. “They want to write letters to him in jail. They want to know when they can see him. He has left me with one almighty mess.” 

Barbara was 15 when she started going out with Gary, the 23-year-old son of the farm manager at the Horse Rangers Association, a charity which gives children of modest means the chance to learn to ride. 

The farm – and the constant stream of vulnerable young girls who passed through it – formed the very backbone of their relationship, and Barbara eventually came to work at the stables too. The picture she now paints of their marriage is of a violent and dysfunctional relationship which became unbearable. 

They had been separated for two years and divorced for one when the bombshell came out of the blue. A police officer contacted Barbara and explained that a young woman had made a rape allegation against Gary. 

The attack was supposed to have happened at a riding camp years previously – one Barbara recalled attending with Gary. And suddenly she knew. “I felt this chill run right down my spine,” she admits. “The more the policewoman talked about the details of her complaint, the more I recognised it. 

I HAD been at that camp with Gary. I remembered the girl – she was only 11 or 12 – being really upset that night. She was almost hysterical, and I tried to comfort her. 

“Some of the older girls explained to me that she’d had some trouble with a boyfriend. “Gary went off, supposedly to talk to the boy, and we sorted things out. I did remember thinking, though, that her reaction was out of proportion to what had happened. But I just let it go. 

“The policewoman told me that Gary had raped the girl that night. I felt sick. I suppose I’ve felt sick ever since.” Barbara has had barely a night of uninterrupted sleep since then, either.

As the accusations mounted, she began to realise that her whole married life had been a sham. 

By the time of Gary’s arrest, Barbara was trying to put her life with him in the past.

She had set up home with her new husband, local businessman Peter Scott, in Windsor. She is expecting their baby in June. 

“It was supposed to be a new beginning for me, and yet here I was learning that everything about my old life had been a lie,” she says. With hindsight, the signs that all was not right at the stables were there.

Although the charity’s rules dictated that Gary should not have contact with the girl rangers, he went out of his way to befriend and “help” them. 

Barbara digs her fingernails into her hands as she explains just how he operated. “He saw himself as some sort of agony uncle, and I, like a bloody fool, was taken in. He’d go off to drive one of the girls somewhere, and I’d tell myself that it was only because he was concerned for her safety. 

“He’d bring them back to the house and tell me it was because they didn’t have good family lives and he wanted to provide them with some stability. “I knew – everyone knew – that you had to be very careful when working with young girls.

Once, I even told Gary that he shouldn’t be alone with them. 

“I remember making a comment about teenage girls having crushes, but I was only trying to protect him. I never even imagined that it was the girls who needed protection.” 

Barbara had caught him kissing one teenager – and slapped the girl because she thought she was leading him on. Now, racked with guilt about the signs she did not see, she cannot bear to think about the identities of Gary’s victims. 

“I don’t want to know any more,” she says. “I’ve avoided finding out who most of the girls were, because I know I will recognise so many names and faces. I’ve thought about it myself, wondering which of those kids he touched. 

“At night, I’ve gone round in circles, remembering that he took a particular girl home on a particular night. Did he rape her, too? Did it start when we married, or before? How many of them are still too afraid to speak out?” 

She also blames herself for Gary’s sexual frustrations. “It’s only natural for a woman to ask herself what she was doing that was so abysmal that her husband had to goout and rape little girls,” she says. 

“But even now I can’t say that he was perverted. We always had an active sex life – he wanted sex twice a day – but there was nothing kinky about it. If anything, it was a bit boring. He always wanted the same position. 

“Everyone tells me Ishouldn’t feel guilty, but I feel guilty as hell. I’m going mad wondering if I could have stopped it.

If I’d pushed it with that girl at the camp, would she have told me? “I thought I was close to the girls. Yet I was probably the last person they would have told.

Instead, they had to carry this around for years and years. I know they will never get over it and I blame myself for that, too.” 

Perhaps Barbara can identify only too well with Gary’s victims. Had circumstances been different, she might have been classed as one of them.

She was just 15 when he first expressed an interest in her, and she was flattered by the attention of an older male. Her own father had left when she was five. She was one of the shyest rangers, but her slim figure and long blonde hair attracted him. So did her inexperience. 

“I suppose I was one of the quiet ones,” she says. “I wasn’t into partying or clubbing – I’ve only been to three clubs in my life. I’d never had a boyfriend before Gary.” The interest was flattering. Gary was everything she wasn’t. 

“He was this larger-than- life character. He was loud.

Everyone seemed to like him, and he made a point of always being around to help. “He had this knack of making you feel special, butby the time you realised what he was really like it was too late.

He controlled you. I wasn’t the only one taken in. My mum was, too. At first she was horrified about our relationship, but gradually she was charmed round by him. He used to come and help her do the garden.” 

Gary offered to pick Barbara up from school and singled her out for extra attention at the club.

Then the furtive meetings started. Within three weeks, he was demanding sex. “It was my first time,” admits Barbara. “It was very painful, and I didn’t enjoy it. I hadn’t wanted to do it, but Gary kept going on and on.

The more I said No, the more insistent he got. “I wouldn’t have called it rape, but I thought rape meant being jumped on in a dark alley. Now, though, I do wonder.” 

The pattern was set. Gary was the dominant partner; Barbara the acquiescent one.

When she fell pregnant at 17 he insisted she had the baby, and they got married. “I’d always wanted a wedding and a husband and a family,” she says. “Now I had it. I thought I would just have to put up with Gary being Gary. I knew he absolutely had to be in control. I was weak, and let him dominate everything.” 

Gary grew more and more aggressive and domineering. He became incandescent if Barbara wanted to go out for a drink with girlfriends. The pushes and shoves turned into physical force. “He held a pillow over my face and I knew then that I would have to pluck up the courage to leave,” she says. 

After eight years of marriage she finally did, taking the children to stay in her mother’s spare room. The couple were divorced by the end of 1999, but a bitter custody battle ensued.

Gary, who had remained in the family home, won. When the horrific charges against him were brought, he told police the allegations were no more than a plot by his ex-wife to get her children back. 

Barbara says: “He told the police that I’d made the whole thing up and got all those girls to testify against him with a pack of lies. “Would I really do such a thing to my own children? I know I did eventually get custody of them, but look at the circumstances.

What mother would wish that sort of knowledge on her children?” 

WHEN the police told her the full extent of Gary’s crimes, Barbara was terrified her own children might have been his victims, too. 

“I wanted to grab someone and shake them and ask them if he’d touched my children, but I knew I had to be calm about it,” she says.

“I told myself that I knew he wouldn’t have – but then, what sort of judge of character was I?

“I can’t describe the relief when they said they didn’t think Gary had abused his own children. “Social services talked to the kids, and I sat my girl down and had a chat about how it is wrong to let anyone touch you.

She didn’t go all quiet or get upset, so we were pretty confident she was OK.” 

Barbara has been taking the children to counselling sessions, and she admits she needs the professionals to help her get them through the months to come. “I don’t know what will be more difficult for them – the years to come, when they will be old enough to understand what their father did, or the immediate future, when they only know that he has done something bad

BROKEN DREAMS: Barbara always wanted a husband and family. But Gary grew domineering and violent. Barbara blames herself for being weak and they can’t see him for a while. 

“The counsellor explained to them that everyone has good and bad bits inside them, and maybe they had only ever seen Daddy’s good bits, and that seems to be enough for them for now.”

There will be many more difficult conversations ahead. Yesterday, Barbara found herself reassuring little Richard that his father would be fed more than milk and bread in prison.

Her next task is to sit down with her children to help them write letters to their beloved father. “I’ve thought long and hard about how to handle this, and the only way is for me to let them maintain some sort of contact with him,” she says. 

“I might want to forget I ever knew the man, but I can’t impose that on them. They love Daddy. They think the world of him. 

“One day, they will be old enough to make their own decisions about whether they want to acknowledge his existence. If I make that decision for them now they will hate me for the rest of their lives. “And then Gary will have destroyed all of us.”