Google. Other search engines are available….
“Horse Racing in Greenland…..”
So the cunning plan goes as follows. We set up a satellite yard in Greenland, and I apply for citizenship. When the Don decides to buy Greenland, I pick up £100 million as a citizen of the great country…
I then go to Tattersalls and Goffs and Arqana to spend heavily (for “heavily”, read “wisely” – obvs) on yearlings. Yearlings that evolve into Classic winners, including the first Epsom Derby winner trained at Epsom since the Battle of Hastings. Or then abouts….
Simples…
Although I fear that this plan has been scuppered before we have crossed the Melling Road on that famous run down to the first fence on Grand National day…
Google (other search engines are available…) tells me “that there is no Horse Racing in Greenland”. Which is a shame. We have had plenty of race success on the frozen lake in St Moritz and so a pivot into Greenland would be seamless. Others might find it all a bit scary, but with our frozen ice experience, it would be a walk in an icy park….
Short of the Jockey Club or Arena Racing announcing plans for an all weather track on the outskirts of Nuuk, I fear that this particular #HaveHorseWillTravel plan is about as dead in the water as a sanctioned Venezuelan oil tanker…
There is also the small issue of me not being a Danish citizen. And I fear that my surname implies that our family did not come raging over the seas with the Viking hordes. Ivar The Boneless, Cnut The Great, Sweyn Forkbeard, Erik Bloodaxe, Harold Hardrada – none of them leap off the page as being direct ancestors….
And no historical mention of Baker The Unready or George Pitchfork Baker….
Ah well, we move on…
No runners today. Declarations for Chelmsford on Thursday and Bahrain on Friday. Several poles apart…
Harry Cobden announced as JP’s retained jockey on both sides of the Irish sea. His Ryanair loyalty card will take some hammer. I have wandered around a couple of farms in recent years with Harry, and it is clear that his heart lies deeply rooted in country soil. A supremely talented jockey – but happiest when looking after his cows and pheasants….
He will make the most of this opportunity – but he won’t drag out his career for sure, and he will slide seamlessly back into rural life sooner rather than later…
