THE SMALL THINGS

A blog of Scotland, horses, dogs, love and trees.

Wednesday, 18 December 2013

Stillness.

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Today, I am mostly sitting very, very still. Except for this morning, when I had a canter on my red mare of such gloriousness that I felt m...
Tuesday, 17 December 2013

Tuesday.

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Book sent off to agent. BOOK SENT OFF. We are still in early doors and there is a long, long way to go. But at last it may be seen. If sh...
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Friday, 13 December 2013

What made me the happiest this week.

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Just pausing in my hectic work day to give you a little Friday loveliness. (I say that with great certainty. It is loveliness to me. I quite...
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Thursday, 12 December 2013

Work. With a bit of horse.

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Work, work, work, work. It starts off feeling like a mountain to climb. Or mud to wade through. Or something very, very hard. Then I get the...
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Wednesday, 11 December 2013

No words left.

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I have no words for you today. I emptied all the ones I had out of my head and onto the page. This might usually be a cause for gaudy celebr...
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Tuesday, 10 December 2013

In which I have absolutely no idea what I am talking about. But it was a very, very good day.

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Author’s note: I got carried away with this one. It is long, baggy and tangential. The point gets lost somewhere in the sixth paragraph, and...
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Monday, 9 December 2013

Work, horse, love.

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The kind of slang I use tends to be very, very old school. It is more likely to be drawn from Evelyn Waugh and Nancy Mitford and PG Wodehous...
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Friday, 6 December 2013

A good man and a good woman, in a slightly unexpected juxtaposition.

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Quite often in these pages, I write the sentence: ‘Another of the good old men has gone’. Well, another of the good old men has gone. The st...
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Thursday, 5 December 2013

The weather gets wild.

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I go to sleep with the gentle sound of Vic Marks in my ear and wake up to nothing . There is only the plucking, howling sound of wind beatin...
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Wednesday, 4 December 2013

Magnificence, AP, and the kindness of strangers.

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Be magnificent, said the voice in my head as I woke up this morning. Actually, that was not the first thing it said. The first thing it said...
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Tuesday, 3 December 2013

The education league tables are out. Everyone panics.

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On the radio, a nice, intelligent, articulate man says: ‘I have worked with thirteen ministers of education and none of them has done much g...
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Monday, 2 December 2013

A story which almost has a moral to it.

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Author’s note: sometimes I write a blog and I’m quite pleased with it. It’s right and tight and pointful. Sometimes I am unsure. I wonder, d...
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Sunday, 1 December 2013

Stupidity.

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I have done something amazingly stupid and wrong. I have caused upset to people close to me. It was not anything said, but things done, or r...
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Friday, 29 November 2013

An ordinary day.

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Last night, for no reason at all, I missed my father so much it felt as if someone had kicked me in the chest. The old gentleman is close by...
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Thursday, 28 November 2013

In brief.

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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, ...
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Wednesday, 27 November 2013

Go slowly.

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I learnt something today. A while ago, I read a line which said something like – the secret of doing things well and happily is to do them s...
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