Posted by Tania Kindersley.
Those regular readers will know that I am not famous for my time management. I can only say sorry for no blog yesterday and no proper blog today. By the time I have gone to the glen, talked to the horse, groomed the horse, tacked up the horse, ridden the horse, untacked the horse, talked to the horse some more, brushed the horse, turned out the horse, and driven home, there is only room for mad work rush all day long. Today, I even forgot to eat lunch. And I never forget food.
And then it is midnight and there is no blog.
I shall get all this into a manageable routine soon, I hope.
In the meantime, I apologise for this paltry excuse for a post.
I do love the horse though. She is a far, far better thing than I ever did. I love her and love her and love her and we are going to have the finest time together.
Anyway, so sorry for my hopelessness. I write this simply so that the Dear Readers do not think I am dead in a ditch. Instead, picture me riding through one of the most ancient Caledonian pine forests in Scotland, with the sun glimmering on the moss, and a song in my heart. All the clichés are true. If I were a bell, I'd be ringing.