And calm. And remaining unseasonably mild. Shirt sleeve order in November….
A frost would be cool. Just to knock a few grumbling bugs and gremlins slap bang on the head…
Doncaster. The last knockings of the Turf. November Handicap day…
Doncaster in the spring. Where the stalls will crack open on green grass again, and where dreams will be launched. It will be upon us before you can say “Brocklesby” or “Lincoln”…
In the meantime, the Ops Room at GBR Headquarters resembles Churchill’s War Rooms. Arrows pointed out from Epsom across several seas. To deserts and up high mountains. Programme books being pored over and plans drawn up, ripped up, thrown asunder, reformed, regrouped…
Cagnes-sur-Mer. Saudi Arabia. Qatar. St Moritz. Bahrain. Dubai. And more…
Melbourne dreaming…
Wheels on wagons ready to roll. Where they are headed is the next big call…
I like to believe that we have always been ahead of the curve when it comes to potent and well crafted foreign raids. Across wide plains, high hills and barren deserts, our horses have picked up sparkling trophies in far flung jurisdictions…
Istanbul. Across Germany. France. Belgium. High up that Swiss mountain in St Moritz. The Channel Islands. Spain. Italy. Dubai. Saudi Arabia. Bahrain. And more…
Staying ahead of that curve and spying the next opportunity is key. The allure of some jurisdictions rises fast – and then wanes as swiftly as they rose…
Reset. Reboot. Adapt. React…
Have Horse, Will Travel….
