Showing posts with label horse riding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horse riding. Show all posts
Friday, 4 May 2012
A loving couple
. . . she had suddenly dropped him like a hot rivet, even cut him dead in the Row. I never knew why, and didn't inquire; the less I knew of her transgressions (and she of mine) the better — I reckon that's why we've always been such a loving couple.
Flashman and the Tiger, p.224, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, couple.
Labels:
cut,
dead,
Elspeth,
horse riding,
infidelity,
love
Friday, 27 April 2012
In my seventieth year
Racing’s well enough when you’re young and riding yourself, but now that I was in my seventieth year and disinclined to back anything more mettlesome than an armchair,* I found it quite as interesting as a sermon in Gaelic.
* a docile horse
Flashman and the Tiger, p.222, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, racing.
Labels:
Gaelic,
horse riding,
horsemanship,
horses,
old age,
racing,
sermon
Monday, 29 January 2007
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)