I recently enjoyed watching some of the highlights of the Cheltenham Festival – through my fingers of course - and I usually find myself hugging Tag a bit tighter afterwards, quite certain that I could never watch him racing. Not because I don’t love the sport, of course I do, but I have always struggled … Continue reading Chapter forty – The carrot or the stick?
Chapter Thirty nine – Like mother, like daughter?
It has nearly been a year since I started doing my blog and in that time much has changed - some of it good, some bad - yet a lot has stayed the same. One constant, is how much I mention my daughter, as over the years she has become an integral part to my … Continue reading Chapter Thirty nine – Like mother, like daughter?
Chapter thirty eight – Horses for courses
With the huge array of breeds and cross-breeds across the nation, there is no shortage of different personality traits when it comes to horses. And we've all met them; the ridiculously clever ones, the nervous ones, the athletic ones and the can't get out of bed ones. Over the years I have always enjoyed imagining … Continue reading Chapter thirty eight – Horses for courses
Chapter Thirty Seven – Generation X
Writing about my adventures with Tag and then posting them on-line using Word Press and Facebook, is something I find both exciting and scary in equal measures. And I don't think the nervous feeling I get when I click on the 'publish' button will ever leave me. But what motivates me and makes it truly … Continue reading Chapter Thirty Seven – Generation X
Chapter Thirty six – Life’s Faux Pas
Now that Tag has his hooves firmly under the table, I suspect he doesn't feel like the newbie any more and is a bit more relaxed by the familiarity of his surroundings, routine and people. As I've mentioned I've had a bit of experience at being the new kid on the block, which taught me … Continue reading Chapter Thirty six – Life’s Faux Pas
The green-eyed galloper
Clearly unhappy with my marital status, Tag broke my wedding ring finger (self diagnosed, obvs) when I caught it on his headcollar, as he struggled with me to gallop off for a frolick round the field. Now after nearly six weeks of managing to bang/catch/pull my dodgy digit on nearly everything I touch, it’s still … Continue reading The green-eyed galloper
Chapter Thirty Five – Better the devil you know?
At many times I have questioned whether I should replace Tag for an easier model - and some still think I should. But after four years, a lot of the guess work has gone out of having Tag as part of the family. And although it would definitely be boring without any more surprises, I … Continue reading Chapter Thirty Five – Better the devil you know?
