THE SMALL THINGS

I absolutely love taking photographs. I feel a bit naked and slightly panicky if I go somewhere without a camera, in the same ...

‘Make mistakes,’ is one of my war cries. Embrace your mistakes, cherish your mistakes, lean in to your mistakes, because it is only...

All over the country, lovers of racing will be studying the form. They will be looking at stats and speed figures and ratings. Th...

Sometimes, I say to myself: oh, if only it could be easy.   Is this a thing? Is the modern world so ravelled and inexpli...

I suddenly realised why I stopped writing the blog. It’s because of the bloody, buggery menopause. As I write that sentenc...

I call a friend in Wales. She is a horse person and we talk about our mighty mares. It is 1pm. We discuss biomechanics for horse and ri...

It is the dazed end of the hottest summer anyone can remember. Not far away, a good old man is dying. Does it make a difference that h...

I sometimes dream of those sanguine, swaggery people, who bowl through life, laughing at the blows. I wonder what it would be like t...

In the world, there is a young jockey called Bryony Frost. Almost nobody outside of racing knows her name. In racing, pretty much e...

1. I finished the first draft of my new book. Sixty-six thousand words exist which once did not exist. I’ve gone so fast and hard...

1. The sun came out and gentled the snowscape. The mares were goofy and comical and delighted. I took their rugs off for the first t...

1. 5066 words today. This is why the Good Stuff is going to be very pithy indeed. I’ve used up all my words. I have no words left. You...

It was one of those bad snow days. The picturesque whiteness has been replaced with sloppy, slushy filth. As it was all starting to ...

No sooner had I started my brilliant challenge than I went into a furious grump of a mood and refused to write down any good things ...

I was so cross and singed today that I thought I would not be able to find three good things. But I dug about, and there they were. ...

I have a brilliant friend who runs a Facebook group. Last month, she asked the group to do a twenty-eight day Good Stuff Challeng...

I have decided that living in the menopause is like living in an area at high risk of tornadoes. For stretches of time, everything is ...