THE SMALL THINGS

2291 words today. The sun shone in the morning. I rode my mare. Lovely Rock on Ruby put in an exhibition round at Donny, to book his ticket ...

Some of you will know that I volunteer at a charity called HorseBack UK. It does the rather wonderful and novel thing of using horses to hel...

Today there was literally sunshine and shade. The sun suddenly appeared, then fled for the hills, and some sulky, chill rain took its place....

I think quite a lot about ordinary griefs. I know that really one should not put things on a scale and that not everything is relative, but ...

Quite often, sadly often, I write here: one of the great old gentlemen has gone. Today, it is one of my great old gentlemen. My very dear g...

Off the blog for a few days. Anyone needing a fix of red mare pictures and handsome studies of Stanley the Dog may find them here: https:/...

Here is the thing I should have said about moods. They pass. They pass, they pass, they pass, they pass . The weather is catastrophically fi...

It is always when I am getting a bit swaggery and cocky that life slaps me down. It sternly reminds me of the virtue of humility . I do have...

Today, a rare horse returns to the racecourse after over a year away. Big Buck’s, a mighty, imperious fellow, left a huge gap. You could se...

I wanted to write you a huge, diverting, positively blowsy blog today, because you have been so lovely and the week has been so good. I had...

No day is perfect. Every day has a bit of fret and scratch in it. But some days are composed of a great deal of loveliness and I think these...

Work, horse, love, comical dog, HorseBack, conversation, errands, and watching with utter fascination as a massive gamble unfolds across rac...

I’ve been thinking lately about feeling feelings. I know this sounds madly hippy-ish and New Age, with a dash of Chicken Soup for the Soul o...

The day galloped away from me like a crazed colt on a Mongolian plain. There is no time or energy left to write anything useful. All I seem ...

This is an indulgent Red the Mare post, so those of you who are not interested in the horsing, look away now. We’ve been working on straight...

I heard a lovely piece of wisdom today. It went: experience the rain, don’t wish it away. Since it has been pouring all morning, and I have ...

I wish there were a British equivalent for the curveball. It is one of those good American expressions which finds no match in these islands...

I have an inchoate feeling of a corner being turned, of a new beginning, of possibilities opening up. I cannot quite pin it down but I feel ...

I am very much taken with the You are Not Alone theme which developed on the blog last week. How the Dear Readers rise magnificently to the ...