Branston really exists, and these pages chronicle the events in his life since he came into my keeping. With some few exceptions for artistic licence, the events all actually happened as described.

For those of you who may have ethical objections to fox hunting or don't understand the pun on Branston's Pickles, please take the time to read the site documentation.

Hi. I'm Branston; the new kid on the block. I'm a 6 year old Thoroughbred X Irish Draught, about 16.2hh, and as brown as my name suggests; I'm clever, generous, devastatingly handsome, and special in one other particular way. I'm a computer-literate horse. I live in a lovely friendly livery yard near Bath and go hunting whenever I can.

Spuds (as in "A sack of Spuds") is Him Up Top; my human best friend. He pays my stable bills and expects me to work for him from time to time in return.

Whenever Spuds is away I borrow his word-processor to write stories about my escapades, and send emails to my human friends on the Internet. Ever since I mastered the word-processor (tricky for a horse) it has been my ambition to become the world's first horse to have his memoirs published. This will help to compensate Spuds for my huge feed bill and all the other expenses associated with owning a celebrity horse. All of my stories are true, I promise you. Only some human's names have been changed to protect the innocent; there are no recorded instances of my fellow horses suing for libel.