THE SMALL THINGS

Down in my quiet Scottish field, the sun shines and I work the horses. Yesterday, I cheered myself up with horses. The beautiful and...

The unexpected happened, and sterling fell off a cliff. It seemed that the majority did not quite believe that Brexit would really brex...

It’s been a rather horrible three days. Sometimes a perfect storm arrives, a vicious combination of emotional turmoil, family stuff,...

The sweetest moment yesterday was when the ravishing filly Quiet Reflection put her dear head in front and ran straight and true to ...

Yesterday was a haunting and strange day. The third day of the Royal Meeting started off with great loveliness. The rain stayed ...

On Wednesday, after two great mares delighted the crowd on the first day, another girl stepped into the spotlight. I’d love to say s...

Many years ago, Dick Francis wrote that there are no fairy tale endings in racing. Yesterday at the Royal Meeting, a true racing fairy ...

This week at Ascot, the mighty Godolphin operation will have almost fifty runners. The Mongolians, by contrast, will have one. Yes, ...

    Out in the world, something dark and violent and ugly and fatal happens. On the television, everyone is talking about it. Qui...

8pm.  In a quiet green field, with a soft rain falling. I have my arm over the little brown mare, rubbing her neck as she eats...

This morning, as the sun broke through the clouds, I sang a song. It took me a moment to realise what I was doing. Ah, I thought, I’m s...

Come with me, Dear Readers, on a little thought experiment. Imagine you know a person. Let us call him Gerald. Gerald does not k...