THE SMALL THINGS

I call, merrily, ‘Goodbye, Gilly. Lovely to see you.’ I wasn’t at all merry an hour earlier. I woke up, as I sometime...

One of the things I really enjoy in life is thinking that I am a pretty decent person. I can’t tell you how much pleasure ...

Last night, on an American racecourse, a bold and beautiful Irish horse died.   Wicklow Brave was well named. He was brav...

Out in the world, far away from the Brexit shouting and the political shenanigans, there is a horse called Enable. Today, ...

I had thirteen hours of sleep last night. Thirteen hours . I can’t remember the last time that happened. I woke briefly in a...

The Gold Cup six years ago was one of high emotion and high drama. I wrote it all down, and I’m so glad I did. I’m reproducing...

Today, my darlings, is my Day of Jubilee. It is my Independence Day. I have finally decided to set myself free. I realise,...

Today, I sent off a manuscript to my agent. I’ve had so many crashes and smashes in my writing career that I had almost given...

One of the oldest and dearest friends rang this morning. She is the Indispensable Friend. There are a very few that I absolu...

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