Once more unto the breach

Once more unto the breach, dear Roy.  We've taken him down to Brighton on the Tuessday in each of the last two weeks, so this week we're making it slightly different by taking him down on the Wednesday.  It might not be sunny either (in fact, it might rain) which will be another difference.  Other than that, let's hope that things are the same, because it would be lovely to see him winning again.  He has John Egan again which is a massive advantage, and as last week we've drawn four in a six-horse field, which I hope means that he will be able to go in last again, and I hope not have the chance to be silly in the stalls.  But it will be tougher: he'll be running off a mark 10lb higher than his first win and 5lb higher than his second (I think) and it's a higher grade of race.  All we can do is hope.

This is back to reality: spent a couple of afternoons (well, parts thereof) on a racecourse on a big raceday.  I went up to Newmarket to see the 2,000 Guineas on Saturday and the 1,000 Guineas on Sunday (Gleneagles in the first paragraph, Legatissimo in this) which was nice.  In fact, my trip to the Rowley Mile to see the 2,000 Guineas was my second visit there of the day: I'd been there before racing to take part in the Dubai Racing Channel's preview programme, and then had gone home for  while after that to get a few things done before heading back there in time to see the colts in the pre-parade ring before the big race.  So that was enjoyable - but any raceday, however exalted, when you don't have a runner has just a tiny fraction of the excitement, not to mention nervous misery, of one when you do.