We (ie Terri, Dr Darcey, Gus and myself) will be on the road cold, dark and early in the morning as the Doctor (pictured with Terri on the Severals this morning after the frost had been dispersed by the sun) runs in the first at Fontwell, which at this time of year, just two weeks shy of the shortest day, is early. And, of course, when the journey involves heading around part of the M25 before the morning rush has subsided, one needs to allow plenty of time. So best to get on the road early and join the queues - and if the
journey runs smoothly and we find ourselves at Fontwell in time for breakfast, then there's no harm in that. It'll just mean that Gus' walk around the track will be particularly good. Unfortunately we'll be heading off on a trip which is very unlikely to result in victory. Well, the majority of them, of course, end in defeat - even if one had a 33% strike rate, which
would be unthinkable, never mind unattainable, one would still be saddling two losers for every winner - but this one has little prospect of victory from the outset, simply because it is very hard to look beyond the first two in the betting. However, I think that we have a chance of getting into the frame in an 8-runner race, and it should be a worthwhile trip whatever happens. Dr Darcey (pictured in the second picture, in the field yesterday with his mini-me, Karma Chameleon, who happens to
be the only other horse in the stable who holds an entry this week, having been entered for a nursery at Southwell on Saturday) is still inexperienced over hurdles so the outing will do him good, and it will do us good too: at this early stage of winter, we face the likelihood of very wet tracks being pretty much ubiquitous for 10 weeks or so, so it's about time that we found out how he'll go in a bog, as that's information which we will be useful in planning his future programme.
He's well anyway, and will be doing his best, so let's hope for a share of the prize money. The third, fourth and fifth illustrations in this chapter, by the way, are, like the second, of some of the horses enjoying their Sunday in the field yesterday. In the third photograph we have Kadouchski and Asterisk indulging in a spot of synchronized rolling while Frankie frolics in the background, while the fourth picture sees Alcalde having a roll with Frankie, Asterisk and Kadouchski in the background. Finally we have Frankie having his own roll once the crowd had dispersed and the coast was clear. It's not a bad life, is it?
We (ie Terri, Dr Darcey, Gus and myself) will be on the road cold, dark and early in the morning as the Doctor (pictured with Terri on the Severals this morning after the frost had been dispersed by the sun) runs in the first at Fontwell, which at this time of year, just two weeks shy of the shortest day, is early. And, of course, when the journey involves heading around part of the M25 before the morning rush has subsided, one needs to allow plenty of time. So best to get on the road early and join the queues - and if the
journey runs smoothly and we find ourselves at Fontwell in time for breakfast, then there's no harm in that. It'll just mean that Gus' walk around the track will be particularly good. Unfortunately we'll be heading off on a trip which is very unlikely to result in victory. Well, the majority of them, of course, end in defeat - even if one had a 33% strike rate, which
would be unthinkable, never mind unattainable, one would still be saddling two losers for every winner - but this one has little prospect of victory from the outset, simply because it is very hard to look beyond the first two in the betting. However, I think that we have a chance of getting into the frame in an 8-runner race, and it should be a worthwhile trip whatever happens. Dr Darcey (pictured in the second picture, in the field yesterday with his mini-me, Karma Chameleon, who happens to 
be the only other horse in the stable who holds an entry this week, having been entered for a nursery at Southwell on Saturday) is still inexperienced over hurdles so the outing will do him good, and it will do us good too: at this early stage of winter, we face the likelihood of very wet tracks being pretty much ubiquitous for 10 weeks or so, so it's about time that we found out how he'll go in a bog, as that's information which we will be useful in planning his future programme. 
He's well anyway, and will be doing his best, so let's hope for a share of the prize money. The third, fourth and fifth illustrations in this chapter, by the way, are, like the second, of some of the horses enjoying their Sunday in the field yesterday. In the third photograph we have Kadouchski and Asterisk indulging in a spot of synchronized rolling while Frankie frolics in the background, while the fourth picture sees Alcalde having a roll with Frankie, Asterisk and Kadouchski in the background. Finally we have Frankie having his own roll once the crowd had dispersed and the coast was clear. It's not a bad life, is it?
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