THE SMALL THINGS

Author’s note: Because I’m off to the south, I’m allowing myself the unabashed indulgence of a post which is all red mare and nothing but th...

I tend to show the nicer side of myself on this blog. I have a rule about being very, very nice on the internet generally, as I have a theor...

Author’s note: really don’t know what I’m writing about at the moment, so the poor Dear Readers need to put their Forgiving Hats on. Or, at ...

So sorry there was no blog yesterday. I was struck down with momentary malaise, and collapsed in a heap. Today, I woke, after hours and hour...

I’ve given you far too many words this week, so here are some pictures on which you may rest your tired eyes. I’ve been going through the ar...

Rotten, raw weather, but a ray of metaphorical sunshine comes out as the red mare and the little Paint and their humans go for a perfect rid...

A very interesting work day today. I should know every damn thing there is to know about writing a novel by now. I’ve read all the manuals a...

I met some absolutely fascinating people today. One of the great things about my work for HorseBack is that I encounter people I would never...

There is a special mistake in rational thinking which actually has a name. I can’t remember the name. A clever Dear Reader will know. It’s ...

Author’s note: This really is FOR THE HORSE PEOPLE ONLY. I’m doing something different today. Some of you will know that I use a method of ...

For a glancing moment, the sun comes out and Scotland glimmers and glitters in the light. The red mare lifts her head, amazed. Then the clou...

Good work today. The mists are slowly clearing. Yes, yes, says the unflinching, critical brain (the good critic, who is galvanised and const...