THE SMALL THINGS

RED'S FRIEND HAS ARRIVED. It is the reddest of red letter days. Did you ever see a mare look so happy?

Posted by Tania Kindersley. Author's note: Although this post is all about not apologising too much, I do think it only polite to g...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. A really hard work day. At five o’clock, my brain goes pop, as if a gasket or a fuse has blown. Normally I wou...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. Very occasionally, the blog feels like a bit of an effort. I am tired, or cross, or filled with aches, and the...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. In the end, my body has cleverly taken over. I feel revoltingly ill. Everyone has their pain, don’t they? I ne...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. Quite a lot of the time, I want to ask: is this normal? I do this, or feel that, and I wonder if it is just wh...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. The day escaped from me so this is very quick. The weather continues atrocious, cold and bleak and unforgivi...

Posted by Tania Kindersley. It’s dirty, visceral work, looking after a horse. I come home with filthy hands. For some peculiar reason, I r...