I think it is 6 weeks since I have been jump racing, a modern day record and therefore looking forward to Perth tomorrow where they are staging competitive racing with horses attracted from all over the British Isles by the excellent prize money on offer. Whilst the ground is on the quick side of good there is a thick lush grass cover and the track is in first class condition having itself had a break since early July. Mind you a drop of rain would be welcome for Bertie Milan who runs in the 5.35, 10 run and Lucy rides – he runs well round Perth, is fit and fresh and has an attractive handicap mark however this trip would be very much his minimum on this sort of ground and it is a tough race so he may well be outpaced unless, of course, it rains.
Which it seems to do most of the time, I had known for a few weeks that I had to be in London for a meeting on Tuesday; a nice idea, thought I, to go down by train and call in at York on Wednesday on the way home to watch Golden Horn and Gleneagles take each other on for the race of the decade. Then Aidan said he would run Gleneagles at Deauville instead, boo hoo to that idea then and a day return on the plane booked instead. But it rained in Deauville so Gleneagles was re-routed to York, as therefore was I- but now on the train from Edinburgh. Then it rained at York so after much deliberation Gleneagles was withdrawn and a 50-1 outsider won anyway….. that’s racing and in a funny sort of way it made me feel a little smug about the prevarications I put myself through all winter. A marvellous day’s racing all the same, York really is the most perfect racecourse and the Ebor the most perfect of Festivals.