THE SMALL THINGS

Kauto Star is dead. Those are four heavy words to write. I never even met the bold beauty, yet, as so many people in racing did, I loved hi...

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...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. Well, he did it. HE DID IT. I know I told you of the fears and strains and nerves yesterday, but I’m not s...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. Just as I sat down to write the blog last night, all filled with The Cousin’s birthday, I saw the news on Twit...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. Now, Dear Readers, I hope you are sitting comfortably. I am going to tell you a very, very naughty story. I ...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. This is another of my shaggy horse stories, and very long, so you might like to get yourself and nice cup of t...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. It started off as a very ordinary day. The sun was muddling through an autumn mist. The Pigeon was looking ver...