THE SMALL THINGS

This morning, I stood in a quiet Scottish meadow and talked about the repeal of the Corn Laws. This is possibly my favourite subject in t...

Edit, edit, edit, edit. Cut that bit, says the critical voice. But I quite like that bit, I say, trying not to sound plaintive....

After yesterday’s horrors, I wake this morning in a different frame of mind. The sun is shining and I walk the dogs down to the burn. ...

No riding today as the ground is too hard. It’s been minus six every morning for a week. The light is ravishing and Scotland glitters and...

. A grand day. The sun shone, and a dear friend and I took both mares out for a walk and stood in the sloping meadow looking out over ...

I heard something very, very ugly on the wireless today. I was going to write about it. I started writing about it. And then something in...

Minus seven this morning. The water trough is sadly empty, containing nothing but doleful ice crystals. I ferry buckets of hot water b...

Five years ago, on a gloomy day at Haydock, something very remarkable happened. At that time I was in the aftermath of my father’s dea...

The sun shines, brightly, bravely, from a sky the colour of periwinkles. Out in the field, the red mare is happy and mighty. We ride ar...

There is stuff at the moment. Stuff, stuff, stuff. I didn’t write the blog for a couple of days because I did not really know what to...

I snapped at someone today. I am very ashamed of myself. I did not say anything rude or unkind, but the tone of my voice was rough and...

At 11am on the 11 th of November 1918, the guns of the Great War fell silent. Almost one hundred years later, I sit on my red mare, look...

I get on the telephone. I ring people up. ‘What the buggery just happened?’ we ask each other. Nobody knows. None of the conventional...

Yesterday, I was so bent out of shape that I could not even write the blog. I had a tipping point, and I fell into the abyss. In 77 Wa...