Monday, 24 June 2013

Pith. And pictures.

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And back to normal we go, the old routine swinging out on a Monday dawning with skies as black as pitch. Up to HorseBack, back to the comput...
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Saturday, 22 June 2013

Ascot, Day Five. Looking back on the lovely Sky Lantern, and ahead to the beloved question mark that is Mad Moose, and the streak of lightning that is Society Rock.

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This week has really been one for the girls. It has had everything, this Royal Meeting. The big battalions of Ballydoyle marched forward, th...
Friday, 21 June 2013

Ascot: Day Four. Or, two brave fillies and two remarkable women, and dreams coming true.

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Author’s note: this is very, very long. It is about racing. But it is also about the human heart. There were too many stories here to be tol...
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Thursday, 20 June 2013

Bonus post: I pay homage to Estimate. Or, memories of the Queen’s Vase.

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You will know by now that the scriptwriters threw away caution and probability, and wrote the fairy tale. Estimate won the Gold Cup for the...

Ascot, Day Three. Cometh the hour, cometh the man.

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The thrilling thing about the Royal Meeting is that it throws up stories, as if a seasoned old scriptwriter had sat down, thrown every last ...
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Wednesday, 19 June 2013

The Royal Meeting, Day Two. In which I look back on a quite extraordinary opening day.

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What a day. I didn’t think, after the imperial procession that was Frankel’s Queen Anne, an opening day at Ascot could ever match it again. ...
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Tuesday, 18 June 2013

The Royal Meeting: Day One. Or, things do not go exactly to plan.

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My fingers are actually shaking as I write this. My heart is banging like a big bass drum. It is because finally, after all the anticipation...
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Monday, 17 June 2013

A day in pictures

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You’ve had to read far too many words here lately, so here are some pictures instead.   It is also now OFFICIAL (have jus...
Sunday, 16 June 2013

A little Sunday parable; or, the woods are dark and deep.

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Now, this one most certainly is a parable. Or at least, it is in the mazy halls of my own mind. This morning, I walked the mare up into the ...
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