Hello, I’m Duncan

I keep one horse, a dun Criollo gelding called Rio, on a few small fields in a valley with snow on the peaks above us. I came to horses late, at forty-one, and I learned the daily jobs by asking my neighbours and writing down what worked: grooming, feed, hooves, the tack, the gates and the fences.

The letters follow the year. Each month is one ordinary job done at the right time, from the spring moult to the first frost, written as I did it that week. Nothing here is clever. It is the care one horse needs, done the same way every day.