THE SMALL THINGS

I stand down by the shed, with the red mare’s head on my shoulder, talking of life and complicated families and the odd twists of human psyc...

So sorry I have been away. My body suddenly went into spasm and that was that. I felt most inadequate. Where was my stoical spirit, my great...

I start the blog today with pictures, instead of words. You will see why as the story unfolds. To start with, all you need to know is that I...

Somewhere, on a train in Germany, my agent is reading my book. This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. She has to like...

After the storms, Scotland looked very, very beautiful today. The paddock now has a little loch in it: But Herself is all muddy ...

A lunatic storm comes blasting out of the west. It is Chicken Licken weather, with the wind howling so viciously that I keep looking up at t...

I had planned to start blogging again this week, but I found myself rather drained after my deadline madness, and there was a lot of work to...

So sorry, my dear Dear Readers. There will be no blog for a week as I have too much book and too little time. It’s not the writing. It’s th...

1885 words written. Five hours of editing. Horse ridden. Farrier welcomed. Dog walked. Kindness on the internet. Breakfast cooked for mother...

It is a Sunday and I don’t usually write a blog on a Sunday, so I think this one can be as self-indulgent as I like. You know that when I wr...

At 7.26am, the telephone goes. I struggle to consciousness. ‘Are the horses out?’ I mutter. It is either that or someone has died. My broth...