There is plenty of glass. And so when it rains, there is no escaping the pitter patter of falling drops. Those drops appear to be enormous right now. Noisy, and it sounds as if a hundred squirrels are scampering across the roof…
Rain on top of rain. We are on heavy Sussex clay here at home. And when that gets wet…
Sussex for a few minutes before jumping in the car to Kempton. Galloping three of the “Bahrain Four” – Nesthorn, Desert Cop and Max Mayhem. Gordon Grey will also be on that flight to The Kingdom next week, but he had a short break after Tattersalls Sales…
Sadly, the legend that is Get It will not be headed to the sun this winter….
He got cast in his stable a fortnight ago. Which 99 times out of 100 is innocuous and of no moment. But the poor lad gave himself a proper slap and was in some distress. The finest veterinary minds struggled to find the root of the problem until a second bone scan revealed four fractured ribs. Seriously painful and seriously sore…
He is home safe to Epsom now, and time is the greatest healer…
A cliche, I know, but this fabulous warrior owes us absolutely nothing. At some point before the year is done, I will recount (again….) that gilded Ascot afternoon under blazing June skies…
The best case scenario is that we get him back to the races for one run before he defends his Wokingham crown. A wonderful trophy – and one that it will be sad to give back as it looks excellent on the dining table. Better win it again then….!!
Raining still and the pitter and the patter showing no sign of stopping. Time to brave the elements…..
