Happy day. Family, enchanting telephone call, sunshine, mare, Stan the Man digging for rats, HorseBack, book, and all work done and done and done so I could sit down and watch the racing. The glorious fillies are about to come out for the Oaks, and you know what I am like about the thoroughbred fillies.
As a result of the dancing girls in the Epsom sun, I have no time to write the blog. I am ruthlessly sacrificing you to the beauty of Legatissimo and Jack Naylor and Crystal Zvezda and Lady of Dubai. I expect that the mighty Aidan O’Brien will run away with the spoils, and give his usual modest interview afterwards so that I can play AOB bingo and count how many times he uses the word ‘listen’. (Also: ‘the lads’.) But today I’m a Luca Cumani girl, and I hope his brave, galloping Lady of Dubai might upset the odds.
Whatever happens, I hope they all run their race and come home safe.
Happy weekend. Back on Monday, I hope with some more coherent sentences than these.
The duchess was bred to win the Oaks, but couldn’t even manage a selling plate. Bless her sweet, slow hooves:
Stanley the Manly, posing with some interested cows: