horses

I am intrigued to know how people know I am not a local. I walk into a village shop and the man behind the counter says: 'And where are you from then?' How does he know? It's like I have a big sign on my forehead saying: 'I'm not from round these parts!'...

So here I am in the darkest, deepest depths of Devon, warmbloods turned out in their paddock, Roxster (bless her, she's so sweet) exploring, me panicking mostly. I've driven the lorry here, but shortly after Dave turns up in - all three cats in a cage...

So I'm editor of the UK's leading equestrian monthly. The pace of life is fast, deadlines have to be met, features have to be commissioned well in advance and I mean well in advance. We have Christmas in September, for goodness sake. I'm proud of what...