THE SMALL THINGS

A long week, and I have no words left. Here are some pictures for you instead. The polar plume seems to have blown itself out and the oyster...

Every week, I work with people who have Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. I see them at their best and happiest. They are in a safe place, sur...

Author’s note: this is very long, and it is all about me. I’d love to think you might extrapolate some universal human truths, but let’s hav...

Spinning my wheels like a crazy person. I run around, at a hundred miles an hour, trying to get my work done, do my HorseBack UK job, plan f...

They cheered him on the way out of the weighing room. They clapped him into the paddock, and out again. They cheered him onto the course, do...

Imagine, for a moment, that this is what your job involves. You get up every morning at the crack of dawn. Some days, you eat a piece of t...

Warning for: very sweary swearing.   This morning, a letter arrived in the post. It was from the Electoral Registration Officer. It said: ‘...

Everyone says, looking at the sky, British stoicism in their voices: ‘The snow is coming.’ It’s hard to believe as I stand in the warm field...

In a book whose name I cannot recall, Miss Marple puts her wise old head on one side and says: ‘When you get ground elder really badly in a ...

Even though I indulge myself too often in endless horse stories, I am aware that not all the Dear Readers are quite as entranced by the red ...