An agonisingly slow day in the office – but not at York where the ground simply got faster. No Stradivarius (not as predicted) and no
A day full of mixed emotions. The exam results bode well for young Theocrates with two A* and an A. Does this get him into
Well, there can’t be many times when you get beaten out of sight and you’re cheering the photograph that shows you coming third. The result
Thank God the rain has come. Except, of course, that the concrete-baked ground cannot soak it up, so it runs off. That in turn will
I wondered last night over a pint, whether there were wise old men in Sodom and Gomorrah, who, as the great fire rained down and
Apologies for the sudden departure yesterday, but our time is not always our own. It was good racing on the second day, although quite why
Yesterday was one for bursting reputational bubbles, and sadly for my wallet, some of them went without much of a pop, more the raspberry of
There are days when you might think Huzzah, York races and the Ebor will soon be upon us. Your spirits are lifted because the wind