Missing It

I haven’t said anything lately because there’s been nothing to say; I’ve been stuck in bed all week blowing my nose and watching Secreteriat. The horses are all hanging out in their paddocks getting unfit and irritable, but I shall soon return, never fear.
In the meantime I like to park myself on a handy bank or heap of tyres and watch them eat. There are few moments more special than when Magic then proceeds to graze in a circle all around me, just because he feels like being near me.
What strange little things lift a horsewoman’s heart.

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