THE SMALL THINGS

In the end, because I gave myself permission not to write the blog, I wanted to write the blog. I am stupidly cussed. I was thinking, as I...

The thrilling thing about the Royal Meeting is that it throws up stories, as if a seasoned old scriptwriter had sat down, thrown every last ...

What a day. I didn’t think, after the imperial procession that was Frankel’s Queen Anne, an opening day at Ascot could ever match it again. ...

My fingers are actually shaking as I write this. My heart is banging like a big bass drum. It is because finally, after all the anticipation...

I’m going to say something controversial. I wrote yesterday, in the heat of emotion and adoration and nerves, that Frankel does not have an ...

It’s Frankel day. Normally, I wake on Frankel days like a child at Christmas. I am light with excitement. This morning, I overslept and woke...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. As one of the Dear Readers so astutely diagnosed, there was a massive post-racing crash. I was incapable of an...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. There are lots of different kinds of glory in racing. There is the perfect, untouchable, up on the high plains...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. The thing I had completely forgotten about Ascot is the exhaustion. I feel as if I have run in the Gold Cup my...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. I am going to attempt a little mobile blogging, because there shall be so much to tell you. Sadly, no pictures...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. I have given myself the greatest treat that any lover of racing could dream of: five days at the Royal Meeting....

Posted by Tania Kindersley. This is one of the most enchanting things I've heard this year. It is a short radio trip to the Royal Meet...