THE SMALL THINGS

An astonishingly lovely and touching weekend. All the relatives were here, from the age of one to the age of eighty. Today, my sister organi...

Author’s note: This is really long, and about betting on horses. Although I’ve tried to give it a bit of va-va-voom in the prose stakes, so...

Exhausted after a tremendous afternoon’s racing. I had a wild accumulator which hinged on two of the tightest of photo finishes, so I was sc...

So sorry about the lack of blog yesterday. Technical problems. Today, the sun came out and the snow returned. A thin, cold, sparking white c...

My poor mum is in the hospital. Even though the news is hopeful and she has fabulous doctors and the treatment in Aberdeen is second to none...

The rain pours and pours. The horses and I move into full stoicism mode. Sometimes, when I look up at yet another black sky, with no glimmer...

The weather is at its most dour and testing. The snow has gone to slush, and then frozen, so it is treacherous underfoot, and there is some ...