In the watery light of Tattersalls dawn…
Horses that sold as dusk fell last night being loaded onto lorries and headed off around several lands. Dreams secured through strong and brisk trade now to face the reality of justifying the eye watering bids…
As they leave to stables far and near and wide, others take their place. Books 2 and 3 through next week, and already several of the protagonists’ heads peer wide eyed and ears pricked over stable doors…
Early morning. Those charged with the care of their equine friends scuttle hither and thither with loaded wheelbarrows, heavy rugs and clinking buckets. The dull whirr of the leaf blowers. Coffee and bacon. Clear skies to replace the hanging and heavy damp of yesterday…
Prices through that proverbial roof again. Bids bounced around in tens of thousands of pounds. Horses changing hands for the price of a Surrey mansion or a Scottish island. A few will justify their tags and spend the next few years in global Winners Enclosures. Others will not. For “others” read “plenty”. But that pained reality is yet to strike…
Watching the sky rocketing prices, I’m more delighted than ever that we struck early and hard on Tuesday. A few that we followed through that gilded ring yesterday made double and treble and more than what we hoped and expected…
A fallow day. But nil negative in that. Today is another day. A fresher day. A brighter day…
A long list to get through before the Sale starts at 11.00. A list that will be pruned and tweaked and added to. And then changed by scribbles across battered catalogues. And changed again once vet reports are read. And changed again when news of lofty reserves scupper an aspiration or three…
Theatre of Dreams. There are some very good racehorses that will be sold before the sun sets on this golden scene. What fun if this is a day that we look back on as one that defined…
No runners today…
Horses to inspect. Must dash…
“Just one more walk please….”
