Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day. They call them bank holidays in Great Britain. I like the sound of that. Official. Formal. Miles is off from school, that’s the only sign that it’s a holiday around here. Well, some friends asked if we wanted to go on a mid-day hike … Read More

Dark and brisk at 4021. Thirty-two degrees. “Special Weather Statement.” “Heavy Snow Forecasted.” On a road trip. ST office. Then to Monkton, Butler to see some horses. I’ve spend most of my life, seeing horses. Old friends. New recruits. Winter hopes. The dreams of 2026 and beyond. And now it’s … Read More

Wake up excited. A runner. A rare winter runner. Rupert The Prince to Newcastle for his hurdle debut. 7:15 a.m. post time. French toast, flip, flip on the plate. Cold pizza, a banana and a Lara Bar for lunch, water bottle thrown into Miles’ backpack, sneakers tucked into a brown … Read More

Brisk and sunny at 35538 this morning. Thirty-seven degrees. Back in the office after hunting with Orange County yesterday. “He’s in a meeting.” Yes, in a way. Rode Lemonade Thursday, the best hunter I’ve ever ridden. One thing to remember when you come to a jump. ‘Do nothing, Sean. Do … Read More

Miles just walked out the door. His first day of freedom. Car key in his pocket, open road, nothing but blue sky. Sort of. First day of driving to school, or at least partially to school. The last junior to ride a bus. Possibly. Parents of an only child slowly … Read More