THE SMALL THINGS

Of course it turns out that it won’t quite be 365 days of Shakespeare, because I took the weekend off to ride my horse and watch the ra...

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...

An incredibly busy and productive day. I’m not sure I quite followed my own advice to go slowly, but then nobody’s perfect. The sun shone, ...

Not very long ago, one of the fine old gentlemen died. He was of a great age, and had run his race, but all the same I felt a profound sadne...

Scotland looked so beautiful today that she made me catch my breath. I think that I never forget the beauty; I think that I am all about the...

Really good horse people have a profound stillness to them. Some of them even speak slowly. It is as if the very atoms of their body are con...

People talk a lot about what a human requires for joy, after all the basic needs are met. If there is shelter, security, light and food, eno...

JUMPING. Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping. Actually, I tell a lie. We were not jumping. We were FLYING. You’ve seen these pictures bef...

One of the things I like about Facebook is that, rather oddly, it does carry a lot of wisdom on it. People find old sayings or famous quotat...

Ha. After spending all week telling my students about how they may drive off the dark, destructive critical voices, defy The Fear, and belie...

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...

What a day. I didn’t think, after the imperial procession that was Frankel’s Queen Anne, an opening day at Ascot could ever match it again. ...