Shuffled….
The cards that we are dealt. Some good, some bad, some ordinary…
The worst part of this ridiculous job is the passing on of bad news. The moment when the bubble is burst and a dream or three lies in tatters. Injuries and setbacks and disappointments are inevitable. And they come along to keep feet firmly rooted…
In the vast majority of cases, those on the receiving end of the “bad” and the “disappointing” are wonderfully understanding. Yesterday’s team a prime case in point. We move on. Because we have to…
And the best way to move on is to go again. A simply stunning St Mark’s Basilica filly en route to Epsom from Doncaster. A hugely exciting addition to the team, she will look very good raging past several winning posts in the months and years ahead…
“Very good”. “Very happy”. “Moving beautifully.” “Feels ready….”
Work mornings that are accompanied by positive debriefs tick a lot of boxes. Working several on the Polytrack yesterday. Jack Dace in to ride four lots. It is about to get busy and those motorways are about to be hit…
Perth yesterday. Dan Skelton completed a remarkable full house of winners at every National Hunt track in a season. Tallulah and some Edinburgh mates there in the Scottish sunshine. Manning a bar down by the last fence. If you are racing there today, go and say hello…
Manchester City edging their noses in front of Arsenal. Just. But this is not done and dusted. Twists and turns…
The Guineas just over a week away…
Supersonic Zafonic. 1993….
Feels like yesterday….
