Sunday, bloody Sunday

Well stap me vitals, and call me Greta – nine TV races on a drizzly, blowy Sunday afternoon and 56 runners between them. Just goes to show the vital jobs that race-planning, the NTF, and the BHA do in ensuring that public interest is maintained at the highest level. My friend McFly-on-the-wall tells me that…

Goodwood coming,

The ability to catch a small steamer from Windsor Town station to the riverside racecourse, is a charming and must-do start to a pleasant evening at the course. Taking a boat to go racing however, isn’t the only quirk at Windsor, This still time-trapped track, has various idiosyncracies that allow one to make improved predictions…