THE SMALL THINGS

In the end, because I gave myself permission not to write the blog, I wanted to write the blog. I am stupidly cussed. I was thinking, as I...

Author’s note: this is very, very long. It is about racing. But it is also about the human heart. There were too many stories here to be tol...

You will know by now that the scriptwriters threw away caution and probability, and wrote the fairy tale. Estimate won the Gold Cup for the...

The thrilling thing about the Royal Meeting is that it throws up stories, as if a seasoned old scriptwriter had sat down, thrown every last ...

My fingers are actually shaking as I write this. My heart is banging like a big bass drum. It is because finally, after all the anticipation...

Work. Other work. Other work. One more piece of vital work. The last of these has the potential to translate into actual game-changing cash ...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. There are lots of different kinds of glory in racing. There is the perfect, untouchable, up on the high plains...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. It was a really happy day. Very early, I went up to see the mare. She raised her head, whinnied, and cantered ...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. Imagine you are twenty-six years old. You are taken aside and told that your job has been decided for you. You m...