THE SMALL THINGS

Another day, another breakfast with the dear Stepfather, another small pile on the table. The very last things are going from my mot...

Up and down and round the houses I go. Existential complications swarm at me like angry bees. But there are sudden, dazzling shafts ...

A tangle of intractable complications and sadnesses has me in its web. I think I am being tremendously stoical and putting on a good...

I write 2872 words. Bash, bash, bash go my fingers on the keyboard. I see to the horses and walk the dogs and make my stepfather his...

Darwin the Dog sees two likely fellows and bounds over to make friends. There have been new people coming and going outside my windo...

As all the drawers are emptied, I take home each day small files and folders of papers. My mother kept everything. There are cards i...

I never know what to do when tragedy strikes, out in the world. My own world is very small, and, in some ways, very sheltered. When ...

I send a long and fond email to a very old friend. He’s facing up to some things just at the moment, so I think a lot about the tone...

Here is the deal. I get to write anything I damn well want. And you get to write anything you damn well want. That is the joy ...

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 ...