A good day.

It’s at the stage where all I can resort to is telegraphese.

Love, family, canine sweetness, interesting people, perspective police.

HorseBack work, blinding Scottish sunshine, a To Do List without end.

Old friends, writing, achievement.

Red the Mare, weaving in and out of slalom poles in nothing more than a rope halter, cantering around the field so balanced and relaxed she could have been a dressage horse. ‘That’s a thoroughbred ex-RACEHORSE,’ exclaims the Remarkable Trainer in delight. A small admiration society gathers, with me as founder member. Oh, oh, oh, the love.

Also, there was kindness, good sense, a dash of geo-politics, and a flying visit from The Perspective Police.

Which adds up, I think, to A Good Day.

Some quick pictures:

HorseBack:

Home:

Those are his most serious, every good boy deserves a biscuit eyes.

He got a biscuit.