When driving through deserted London streets before dawn…
Well, actually not that “deserted”. A City that never sleeps. The early commuters shuffling wearily to Underground Stations. Don’t miss that one jot…
Bin lorries and Buses. Chicanes between the two to be manoeuvred. Cabbies headed home from the night shift or headed out to start their day. These stolen hours before the gridlock must be a joy. Lorries with flashing lights and beeping sound. Coffee shop doors being unlocked and shutters raised…
A City that does not sleep….
To Epsom as dawn flickers over distant horizons. Shadows in the gloom. Early gallopers…
In time for First Lot. Working a few on the 7 furlong Polytrack. No dramas. Work mornings and “no dramas” happy bedfellows…
London last night for a Racing Dinner in St James’s. Chatham House rules – plenty of lively discussion, and some thought provoking chatter. Nothing wrong with that, and for some the truth can be painful to hear….
Bold thought aligned with bold leaps is what is needed. Required. We shall see…
Back to London shortly. Which is easily done from this Epsom base. If I stand on tiptoes at the end of the gallops, I can see where I’m headed later…
On we go…
