THE SMALL THINGS

The unsaddling enclosure at Cheltenham is one of the loneliest places in the world. It is here that the broken shards of hopes and dreams qu...

I wake up thinking: ‘Oh, Bob.’ Today is the Gold Cup, and little Bob’s Worth is taking his second go at it. My first morning thought is how ...

Today traditionally is the day I would always call Big Buck’s day. I would wake up like a child at Christmas, my heart beating at the though...

The thing I forget about Cheltenham is the emotion. There is the love, there is the hope, there is the terror. Yesterday, one great dream ca...

The sun is shining. The red mare and I had a whooping, racing canter. I threw the reins at her and stood up in the stirrups and let her go, ...

I’ve been doing a little Facebook experiment. It is called 100 Happy Days, and the idea is that every day you post something that makes you ...

One of the things I love about Twitter and Facebook is that they are not just about comical kittens and small puppies doing amusing things. ...

After all that, it was rather a lovely Sunday. There was walking, with dogs and children, in suddenly clement weather. There was a great d...

Very tired. All my beloveds got beat today, yet there was some glory in the losses. First Lieutenant and Hunt Ball ran doggedly on up the hi...

Would really love to write a whole blog about this glorious day, but I am so wiped out, from emotion, and from cantering about Prestbury Par...

  Would love to tell you the whole story of the day, but I’ve never been so tired in my life. However, just have enough life in my fingers t...

I am writing this at a million miles an hour at just after six. I’ve been awake for an hour, so excited about Cheltenham I cannot sleep. I...

For some reason, I had it in my head that I was going to give you a detailed breakdown of the whole Cheltenham betting week . It’s because o...

Really don’t know what I am doing with this blog now. All the cards are up in the air with the onset of Cheltenham. First of all, I decided ...

As always, the days gallop away from me like a recalcitrant brumby. How do people keep control of the hours? Sometimes I swear I can actual...