Overnight…
And not because they were falling out of nightclubs and bars at closing time…
The siren alarm that comes raging through my telephone through the night is in no way understated. A blunt message. “incoming” is the gist of it…
Sleep is hard when you are waiting for a distant (hopefully) thump. Slamming doors sound different in a war zone. Well over a month now for my friends who live here. Some coping better than others. Understandably so, but still unsettling for all. Anxiety lurks…
I’m glad I came…
Hands shaken. Heartfelt thanks. Stay safe, guys and girls…
I’m glad I am on my way home. A minor “moment” at the Saudi border. “Your Visa is expired”. A lot of shaking of heads and waving of hands. At the fifth desk, I found a smile and the help I needed…
Homeward bound through today out of Dammam…
The horses following the same route on Tuesday. And then Stansted – via Cairo. Hopefully….
The racing incidental in the bigger scheme. GORDON GREY giving much hope for the Summer ahead with an excellent 3rd. He will come on again for the run, and be better over further…
DESERT COP not given a chance. A frustrating watch. Racing….?!
Another Bahraini season is done and desert dusted…
I hope we are back next winter…
I’m glad I came…
