THE SMALL THINGS

A blog of Scotland, horses, dogs, love and trees.

Showing posts with label Sprinter Sacre. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sprinter Sacre. Show all posts
Thursday, 12 March 2015

A different day.

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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...
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Friday, 27 December 2013

A brief lament.

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A very sweet day with the family, and great joy as the Older Niece arrives from the south. A very sad day in the wider world, as the mighty ...
Tuesday, 23 April 2013

Not really a blog.

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Too much actual life to blog. Woke afflicted with an absurd melancholy which is too stupid to explicate. The solution to this is: people and...
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Wednesday, 13 March 2013

The absolute absolute glory of Sprinter Sacre.

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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...
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Saturday, 26 January 2013

A thrilling afternoon

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A bright day with a frigid wind howling in from the north-west. Red the Mare gathers her little band together under the big tree which they ...
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Saturday, 8 December 2012

In praise of the small things; or, I stare very hard at the lichen

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The weather, which was rumoured to improve, has set its face sullenly to dour. There was driving sleet this morning when I went to do the ho...
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