THE SMALL THINGS
A blog of Scotland, horses, dogs, love and trees.
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Friday, 13 September 2013
Feels like flying.
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JUMPING. Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping. Actually, I tell a lie. We were not jumping. We were FLYING. You’ve seen these pictures bef...
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Thursday, 29 August 2013
Highs and lows. Or, lessons from the horse’s mouth. Or, beware those flappy wings of hubris.
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I’m always banging on about the life lessons my mare teaches me. I think that horses in general are tremendous professors. On some days, the...
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Tuesday, 27 August 2013
There’s something about mares. Or, one for the girls.
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In the horse world, just as in the human one, there is prejudice against the female of the species. Mares are widely supposed to be hormonal...
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Tuesday, 20 August 2013
An ordinary day. An extraordinary man.
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A lovely cool clear still morning. Red the Mare was all tickled up and filled with the joys of spring, even though it is August. We cantered...
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Friday, 31 May 2013
Oaks Day
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It’s Oaks Day, so I am in a state of high excitement. There is a filly I absolutely love called Secret Gesture, and I am hoping that she wil...
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