Forgive me.

I had planned to start blogging again this week, but I found myself rather drained after my deadline madness, and there was a lot of work to catch up on at HorseBack UK, and I gave myself the gift of extra time with the red mare. (Who has been so delightful and sweet and angelic in the last few days that I need someone to invent a whole new thesaurus with novel words for glorious in it.)

I also found that, in order to retrench, I wanted time off from the internet. I adore the internet and do not join in with the cheap chorus of doom which reduces Facebook and Twitter to narcissistic vapidity. I think there are many things of worth to be found there – good jokes, poignant slices of real life, moments of arresting wisdom, and shining photographic beauty. But its constant clamour can be wearing for an introvert like me, so, apart from the odd post and random racing Tweet, I’ve been mostly reverting to the slow Scottish world of fields and mud and trees and hills.

Also, my dear mum has been in the hospital again. She is home now and on the mend, but that immediate aspect of real life has claimed me.

I do love this funny little space and the kind readers who come here, and I shall be back to full speed on Monday.

In the meantime, here is some Stan the Man loveliness for you: