THE SMALL THINGS

I’m in the crying stage. I’ve been through shock, irrational fury, stoicism and looking on the bright side. Now every word, every memory, ev...

The Sister says: ‘Did you ever write that book about what to do when your dad and your dog die?’ My beautiful black dog died four years ago...

It’s National Poetry Day. I love National Poetry Day. I’ve been thinking about poetry from the moment I got up this morning. The ones that ...

Another of the great old gentlemen has gone. My father had three sisters, all very glorious and splendid in their different ways. One of the...

Just got back from Blair Castle Horse Trials. This year, it was home to the European Championships, so some of the best horses and riders in...

Today, I had twenty versions of the blog running round in the mazy corridors of my mind. Some were grumpy, some were confessional, some wer...

I worked really, really hard today, and that work was rewarded. This does not always happen. Sometimes I put in a huge effort and buggery bo...

Sometimes, I fall into a defensive crouch. I put so much pressure on myself that I go into a kind of awful tunnel vision. It is dark in the...

Quite a long time ago, with a lot of sweating and swearing and yelping, I hit the deadline for the manuscript of my current book. I whacked ...