I love the internet. I love most of the people on it. I love that its great power is often used for good instead of evil. But sometimes it knocks me for a loop and this is one of those days. One day I shall butch up and deal with my tender feelings but for the moment they remain tender.
As a result it is half-past six and there is no blog. I can give you only one picture, of this most adored of the Best Beloveds, who did barrel racing manoeuvres in a high wind wearing nothing but a rope halter. When people say ex-racehorses are no good, crazy in the head, can’t do a thing with them, I want to put her photograph all over the damn internet and say – But look. Look. She is the poster girl to end all poster girls and words cannot describe how she expands my heart.