THE SMALL THINGS

I think, as I get older, that things often turn out for the best. Or at least, better than one hoped when the plan changed. Because I got st...

The party went with a swing and everyone was at their most delightful and I was very, very pleased. The soda bread in particular was much ad...

Author’s note: I really had intended to tell you something which was not about the horse today. But the red mare was so lovely this morning...

Somewhere, on a train in Germany, my agent is reading my book. This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. She has to like...

I wake up thinking: bugger, bugger, bugger. I have decided that I have got into bad habits with my horse and must go back to square one and...

I’m not really here. I’m supposed to be getting ready for my trip, and so this is not really a blog at all. But I had to tell you of my red ...

There has been a death in the family. It was very sudden, and it is very sad. There is the usual sense of rupture, of wrongness. The world s...