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Dear diary, This week saw another momentous milestone be met — no, not one million human fillies and colts signing up in one day for their little prick, but one far more important. I haz big boy shoes back on! Back last year, at the worst point of my bid to join the Olympic three-legged

*Opinion*H&H's Pippa Roome, Peter Nixon and Alice Collins at the Rio 2016 Olympics. H&H's Pippa Roome reflects on the countdown to the Olympics, from form filling to clothes shopping and Covid testing…

Dear diary, I have had the most wonderful week as mother and mini-mother have been in Div Gone (apt in mother’s case, a tad harsh I thought in the instance of mini-mother; I do hold out hope that some of my brilliance has rubbed off on her over the years — kind of like my

Hello all and welcome back! Firstly, sorry for being MIA recently. Life with horses is a hectic life at best and to quote Kourtney Kardashian, I’m just out here living life right now. But as I write this and the rain continues to pour outside, I’ve managed to dedicate a few hours to blogging. My

Dear diary, The last thing that seemed to last as long as the human strangles epidemic was mini-mother’s class recorder recital when they were five-years-old: apparently, the lasting damage to mental and physical health of those in the audience was at a similar level of severity also… Clearly heroic strides are being made in terms

Dear diary, It’s a day so far into the human strangles epidemic that it’s easier to recall a time when dinosaurs roamed than it is to remember when humans were not out wearing grazing muzzles and tethered within a two mile radius of their homes — or even worse, our stables. There was a time

Dear diary, It’s day lord knows what of the human strangles epidemic, but frankly this past week something far more important is on the minds of the nation. No, not the interior decorating penchants of the baffling blonde barnetted herd leader, but more sausage-gate and the gripping (in this case, sadly literally… and in marigolds…)

Things have taken a turn for the worse for Hovis this week

Dear Diary It’s day “who-cares-anymore-just-make-them-all-go-back-to-working-anywhere-but-home” of the human strangles epidemic and there is a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel.  My fear, of course, is that light being a steel dragon (you must remember I have a mother with the survival instincts of a depressed lemming so I have been up close

Dear diary, The human strangles epidemic has now reached a number of days that even a talented horse like me can’t begin to spell, and shows no signs of being over yet. The good news is there are more pricks going into arms than at a hedgehog Twister competition, while the opening of grooming parlours