THE SMALL THINGS

I am very sad. I was not going to tell you that. I wrote in 77 Ways that the best thing to do with sadness and fret and fear is to ...

I was talking to the farrier today about her horse. I adore the farrier and am genuinely interested in her horse and like always to hea...

Very tired after a stupidly long day of extreme work, so I can’t say anything useful about As You Like It. I’m just going to copy my fa...

I have a new idea cooking in my head and it is so complicated and so vivid and so antic that I can’t think about anything else. I have ...

My daily Shakespeare is a perfect antidote to the mean weather outside. There have not been the havoc-wreaking storms the voices on the...

On the wireless, doomy voices predict a thundersnow apocalypse. In the quiet Scottish field there is a bit of wind and a flurry of bliz...

As You Like It. I had forgotten how much I love this play. Every line is pure joy. Here are my favourites from today. They are ...

The wind drops, the sun comes out, the sky is blue. The fabled storm that is about to blow in feels like a distant rumour. The horses a...

‘Say something interesting,’ shout the voices in my head. ‘Hmm,’ says the writing voice, which has run out of ideas. ‘What kind of th...

I start As You Like It, an old friend. I nod my head happily as I read.  One of the things I notice is how Shakespeare does not han...

All's Well That Ends Well.   On we go now, into the final furlong. And here’s something lovely – 'Twas a good lady, 'twas...

Of course it turns out that it won’t quite be 365 days of Shakespeare, because I took the weekend off to ride my horse and watch the ra...

Down at the field this morning, the sun shone. It shone with vigour. It shone with conviction. It shone with feeling . The mares basked a...

On I go, with my new play. It’s really quite an eccentric story, but perhaps I notice that more because I don’t know it. A lot of Shake...

I had something absolutely dazzling to tell you today. It was all about life and the small things and what really matters. I must must ...

I wasn't quite sure where to put my Shakespeare experiment. In the end, I've decided to add it as a bonus post rather than stickin...