THE SMALL THINGS

2553 words of secret project. (The proper manuscript is with the agent, so I have to have a secret project to keep my mind off it.) Su...

I lost a couple of days down the back of the sofa. There has been so much going on that there was no time for the blog. So sorry about...

Good riding; HorseBack work, where I listened in awe and fascination to one of the most interesting men I know; 2257 words of book. ...

The sun shone this morning, and I took my mare out into her favourite glade in the wood and let her put her head down to graze whils...

I wanted to write you a tremendous report of the last days at Cheltenham, but I ran into the wall of mental and physical exhaustion....

The old king, sagely, calmly, and without fuss, took back his crown. He saw the outstretched grasp of the young pretender, shook his wise...

Yesterday, the mighty mare set the stands on a roar. Annie Power confounded her doubters, and showed the boys how it should be done. Douv...

Annie Power won the Champion Hurdle, and I cried tears of joy.             Mares don’t really win the Champion Hurdle. The last ti...

. Dazzling sunshine; 1799 words of book; a grand schooling ride on my dear brown mare; a lot of HorseBack work; and dreams and dreams a...

Not long ago or far away, someone suggested that I do a thing I had not done. ‘That’s what most people do,’ she said, in laughing re...

Today, I heard the birds sing. I don’t know if they have been singing like this for a while and I had been too busy thinking of other t...

This morning, in the Co-op, my favourite check-out lady and I were having a little chat about the vicissitudes of existence.        ...

            I slept badly, wracked with horse anxiety. In the morning, the Today programme told me that George Martin had died. I fe...

Here is a sentence I never thought I would say out loud: ‘The sarcoid is in the fridge.’             The sarcoid, a revolting growth ...

I had a really good plan for today. I was going to wake up feeling cross and resentful about all the idiot hullabaloo of Mothering S...

There is snow in the air and a raw cold in the wind. In the shop, where I collect my Racing Post, the lady and I look at each other ...