That tail. This morning. In haste…
Grey and a little bleak out there. Rain clouds are threatening. Windy too. We could do with a drop or three on the wide expanses of the Rowley Mile where Gooloogong is declared for tomorrow’s ultra competitive Cesarewitch…
Several old friends from both codes. Equine and human. A race that spans two counties. Big screen is useful…
The telephone numbers kept on churning away at Tattersalls yesterday. Those that we loved enough to follow through the ring roared away in terms of price. Not close to “just one more bid my get her” for us…
A long week. But delighted to have picked up two stellar young horses on Tuesday. the early worm..
And we do it all again next week for Books 2 and 3. And then Arqana Yearling sale in Deauville the following week. Treadmill whirrs on….
Two runners under the lights tonight. LONGLAI (Benoit) and MARSH BENHAM (Pat C). Neither have many secrets from handicappers or anybody else. Both have plenty of ability – but as the legs get older, it is harder to tell when that ability will align with inclination…
Stuff to do and address. Must dash…
1981. Halsbury owned by a family whose son was in the same house as me at school. Collectively, we piled on. Plenty of 33/1 was taken…
I was playing in a football match at Charterhouse. “Sports Report” on the bus radio on the drive back. In those days, the BBC actually cared about horse racing, and Peter Bromley’s replayed commentary was featured. The bus driver could not work out what the hell was going on as Peter called home the winner…
Several of us were extremely popular in the school pub that night…
