THE SMALL THINGS

Author’s note: this is very long, and it is all about me. I’d love to think you might extrapolate some universal human truths, but let’s hav...

Today, my darlings, I lifted up a horse’s ribcage with my feet. If you were not lifting up horses’ ribcages with your feet then I don’t know...

Today, I had the dazzling good fortune to take the red mare up to HorseBack to work with Robert Gonzales. I knew that I was at the very beg...

It’s been a mighty, mighty week, and there is so much I would love to write for you. I have, however, reached the stage that the poor Dear R...

I am in a slightly overwhelmed state. The regular Dear Readers will know that one of the things I love most is watching people who are reall...

At last, my mother is home from the hospital. I lie on her bed and talk of Michael Scudamore, who has died. ‘I can see him now,’ says my mot...

Warning: this is crazy long. It also involves an awful lot of horse. It’s a story I really wanted to tell, and it has taken many, many words...

Author’s note: This is for the horsey ones. To the other ones I apologise and say please do come back tomorrow. It does contain some human ...

Today would have been my father’s 84 th birthday. I sometimes think he should have lived to be a hundred, but the truth is that he hated ol...