A Dartmoor Day

It was one of those days when an awful lot happened. On that day, for example, Sarah and I saved about five or six foxhounds from drowning. In front of only one witness, the crabby and sometimes disgracefully ill-mannered old Lord Carnock.   On the same day, my little brave pony, Chiquita drank a bottle … Continue reading A Dartmoor Day



Jim and Snowy live with us every winter. They arrive in a horse-box just as the nights are beginning to close in and they go back to their Summer duties in the same horse-box, when the Summer season is beginning to loom. It is up to us to amuse them, in the meantime. There is … Continue reading Donkeyana