THE SMALL THINGS

A blog of Scotland, horses, dogs, love and trees.

Friday, 4 March 2016

In which I have absolutely no idea what I am talking about.

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1556 words today. I’m really pleased about that. It’s been a funny week. I’ve felt really quite happy and suddenly very sad. I’...
Thursday, 3 March 2016

A Manichean struggle.

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I always interested in how one small bad thing can trump many, many good things. (If you let it , says the stern, rational voice in ...
Wednesday, 2 March 2016

The Puffin of Hope.

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      The day started with ravishing sun and a feeling of spring in the air. I got on the red mare and pretended I was rounding up c...
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Tuesday, 1 March 2016

Up and down and round the houses.

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The last couple of days have been rather fraught and horrid. My sweet brown mare is not well and I’ve been stumping down to the field t...
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Friday, 26 February 2016

Not quite fine.

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Yesterday, I said to someone, quite without meaning to: ‘Be careful. I’m still fragile.’             The words flew out, beyond my...
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Thursday, 25 February 2016

Work and thoughts and better angels.

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Sunshine and snow this morning. Horses and dogs in dazzling form, enjoying the light after a winter of dreich and rain. Then it ...
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Wednesday, 24 February 2016

The ordinary and the extraordinary.

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Sunshine, sweet ride, a lot of shovelling of shit. Excellent political discussion at breakfast. (The dear Stepfather and I cannot ge...
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Tuesday, 23 February 2016

In which a catastrophe turns out not to be a catastrophe.

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One great ride, one sunny morning, one restorative breakfast, two acts of kindness, one thousand four hundred words of book, one near...
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Friday, 19 February 2016

In which I get a stern reminder never to take any single thing for granted.

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This morning, I woke up and stretched. I got up, dressed, put on my socks, brushed my hair, and went downstairs. I took the dogs out...
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Thursday, 18 February 2016

Sunshine and Britishness

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It really was the International Space Station and not the six o’clock to Stavanger. I looked it up. Aberdeen, 5.46pm. Too thrilling...
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Wednesday, 17 February 2016

In which I wave at the sky.

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Out in the clear evening, the owls were hooting and the gloaming was gloaming and the moon was gleaming and the horses were dreaming. ...
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Monday, 15 February 2016

The sweetness.

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Was having a fairly gnarly, cross Monday, grumpily bashing out 1349 words and feeling as if my head was filled with mud. Then the family c...
Sunday, 14 February 2016

My funny valentines.

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I was thinking about romantic love and why I don’t believe in romantic love and why I was never any good at romantic love and how ...
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Friday, 12 February 2016

A sweet dog story.

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The temperature drops and the snow comes in. It’s light gentle snow, although the air is hard and frigid. The dogs find the whole th...
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Thursday, 11 February 2016

Pondering.

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I stand in the kitchen, doing the washing up and listening to quiet voices talking about the life of Rumi and wondering what is the b...
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Wednesday, 10 February 2016

The pendulum swings.

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The internet has been on and off for the last few days. Sometimes it flashes a furious amber at me and goes off altogether. Someti...
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Friday, 5 February 2016

An ordinary day.

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One ride on one thoroughbred, two walks with two dogs, some fairly blah weather, a quick bit of HorseBack work  and one thousand thr...
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Thursday, 4 February 2016

The trees.

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Yesterday I came across a file called ‘Gathering information for my NEW PLAN.’ It contained one sentence. That sentence was: ‘L...
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