THE SMALL THINGS

It is moving day. The small herd is going down to the new winter quarters. I get up at six, and meet the Horse Talker and her entire family,...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. Strange day of mixed emotions. (Perhaps emotions always are mixed, and we humans just make a mistake in thinki...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. After yesterday’s absurd length, I should like to give you some pith. It is the least you deserve. The big n...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. Author's note: the good news is that I am feeling better after yesterday's seediness. The bad news is ...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. Here is the thing I forget, every damn year: the agony . For something that is supposed to give so much pleasu...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. Yesterday, when I wrote the post about Cheltenham, there was a huge great lumbering elephant sitting, glowerin...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. I was sitting down to write the blog after an extraordinary first day at Cheltenham, when – smack, shudder, si...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. I can only apologise for two whole days with no blog. The road really wore me out this time. Sometimes the dri...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. I have, finally, Given Up. I hate and loathe giving up; would much rather bash on. I rather despise the fact I...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. Just as I sat down to write the blog last night, all filled with The Cousin’s birthday, I saw the news on Twit...