THE SMALL THINGS

Sometimes I do things so stupid and idiotic that I need new words for stupid and idiotic. I think that words matter, so I try to say to mys...

I’ve been reading about gratitude lately. Gratitude sounds a bit hippy-dippy. It may be practised by those rather maddening earnest types wh...

Today, I went out in the rain. I stood in the rain, I walked in the rain, I talked in the rain, I rode in the rain. A friend cast her eyes u...

The dancing mare could not quite make history. Treve did not win the Arc. Golden Horn did, with a glorious, imperious burst of power, under ...

A sharp frost, the first of the autumn, was followed by wild sunshine and brilliant blue skies. I rode my mare early and then she and her fr...

My work at HorseBack is almost always done in a hurry. I dash up, canter about taking pictures, make some bad jokes, shout with laughter, wa...

Today, the rat man came. Thank goodness for the rat man, or I don’t think I’d ever have written this blog again. I went away on holiday, to...