THE SMALL THINGS

Everyone is talking about the weather. It continues bitter and bleak and bolshie. It is almost May, and humans and horses are rugged ...

This week the weather blew in again from the Arctic and spring was vanquished. There was some sun, but there was snow too, horrid bi...

A most enchanted morning. The sun shone and the high clouds sailed across the sky and one of my very favourite members of the extend...

The sun shines this morning, and I look at pictures of the Queen in the paper. She looks very elegant and calm, like a majestic ocean ...

The sun shone. All the daffodils are out now and the tiny new-born lambs are skipping in the fields, watched over by their serious mam...

There are good days and bad days and perfectly fine days and surprising days and day that I wish were over. And then there are the mis...

Not long ago or far away, there was an Irish man who was very good at his job. He had a son who played the drums and cooked glorious...

My friend in the shop who keeps the Racing Post for me each Saturday is a great betting man. This morning, I run into him as I go to...

Annie Power won, cantering round in a Group One like a composed dressage horse, and the love burst out of my heart like an exploding...

Some days, the words fly out of the ends of my fingers as if someone has sent them by post. I quite often wonder where the words com...

After my moment of happiness amidst the dung, of course I had The Crash. This happens so often that I don’t know why I do not see it...

Today, I was happy. Properly, purely, authentically happy. Right down to my boots. It did not last all day. It was a long moment, i...

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....