You’ve had to read far too many words here lately, so here are some pictures instead.
It is also now OFFICIAL (have just checked with the people who need to know and they are kind and happy and give the nod) – I am taking Ascot week off. I can’t go south because that is too time-consuming and extravagant, but I am going to have a proper break, with only the barest of HorseBack work in the morning and then nothing else except me and the Racing Post and hours of the greatest flat meeting of them all going full blast in my front room. It is mildly tragic that this is my idea of a dream holiday – no travelling, the highest class racing, the most beautiful thoroughbreds in the world – but there we are. One must know oneself. So that’s it: I am now in full Royal Meeting fever, and if our own dear Queen can win the Gold Cup with Estimate, my head might explode with joy.
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