Black
Black. It used to be green but now everything is black. Or greyscale. Occasional tinges of ashy white, but mostly just black… Continue reading
Straddling Two Worlds
“Well if it ain’t the Aussie! Come here and gimmee a hug!” I am instantly folded into the warm, solid chest; muscled arms engulfing me and a… Continue reading
Crazy
It is a small not particularly spectacular wooden plaque with a black metal front etched in gold… Continue reading
What do I do?
When people ask me what I “do” with my horses (which, for the uninitiated, is code for “What discipline do you ride?”) I immediately become uncharacteristically tongue-tied… Continue reading
Robyn Gillies Tabrett 