THE SMALL THINGS

I write about the red mare a lot because I love her. I write about her because she gives me a daily parable. I write about her because horse...

I wake up thinking: ‘Oh, Bob.’ Today is the Gold Cup, and little Bob’s Worth is taking his second go at it. My first morning thought is how ...

Today traditionally is the day I would always call Big Buck’s day. I would wake up like a child at Christmas, my heart beating at the though...

The thing I forget about Cheltenham is the emotion. There is the love, there is the hope, there is the terror. Yesterday, one great dream ca...

The sun is shining. The red mare and I had a whooping, racing canter. I threw the reins at her and stood up in the stirrups and let her go, ...

I’ve been doing a little Facebook experiment. It is called 100 Happy Days, and the idea is that every day you post something that makes you ...

Author’s note – warning for incoherence. Sometimes I sit down and let my fingers run over the keyboard and something comes out and I’m not ...

Here is a very strange thing. It is the good news that undoes me. There was no blog yesterday since I was rendered incapable of any meaningf...

The older I get, the more I think that life is made of moments. Of course there are great life arcs and plans and goals and sweeps. Humans m...

I went off the blog partly because I was fraught and tired and I needed a small rest. But it was also because I found I was getting a bit ne...

Going off the blog for a bit. Have to get some serious work done. When I am not tied to my desk, wrangling prose, I shall be in the field, w...

Time defeated me. A lovely ride in the morning and then HorseBack work and outside work and book work and the hours roared away. I have made...

Oh, I had such a marvellous blog for you today. It wrote itself in my mind this morning, full of light and laughter, signifying everything ....

Crazy, long day, so packed with work that I thought my ears would fall off. My time management continued poor, especially as I thought that ...

A rather manic and quite difficult week. I run hopelessly behind, watching time scoot away from me into the middle distance. But words were ...

HorseBack ate my day. There were so many interesting people at HorseBack today, and then so many words to write, and after that so many arch...

My broadband has been off all day, but I wrote this earlier, and thought I would put it up, even though it is far, far too late for pictures...

  A cool, still morning. I ride the mare. She is a little edgy and unsettled. The Horse Talker and I wonder if the foxes or deer have been d...

Everybody has their different talents. I am good at: horses, chicken soup, not dangling modifiers. I am bad at: tennis, filing, and beef ste...