THE SMALL THINGS

It’s been a long week, and I have finally run out of words. I turn my brain upside down and empty it on the table to see if there are any le...

How odd moods are. Yesterday, I was spinning my wheels, beset by furies. Today, I woke smiling, and decided to take the pressure off. I woul...

Mostly, in this funny space, I like to show you my better angels. I don’t want to bring you down with too much of the grubbier side of the h...

Woke to dazzling, unexpected sunshine. The forecast was for cloud, so it felt like a present. Then I heard on the news that Michael D Higgin...

Author’s note: This is one of those blog posts which is far too long and rambly, and in which I don’t quite get to the point. I’m also perf...

It’s Grand National day. I have missed my traditional build-up, because I rode my own little National winner (that is, the National of my he...

A rather profound and emotional morning at HorseBack UK. Sometimes there I hear stories which contain so much despair that I feel them movin...

Up and down with a nasty stomach bug. Not being terribly butch about it. Here is a little photo essay to lift the spirits. My lovely, furry...

915 words of secret project. Delightful work at HorseBack, as a new course arrives. A light, flying breeze-up on the red mare of such loveli...

So sorry there was no blog yesterday. I had a bug. Still feeling quite weak and wan so today there is just the gloriousness that is Stanley ...

Author’s note: It’s been a long day, and I did a lot, rather ironically, considering the title of this post. As my brain entered its tradit...

Stanley the Dog and I return to the house after our morning’s errands to find the boiler man, hard at it. One of the lovely things about be...