Judging by her comments about her post-op pain on Facebook, she's already there, poor sausage.
Absolutely fantastic day down here - beautifully sunny all day, light breeze, bluest of blue skies, and some nice horses on show at Goodwood. I was an honorary owner courtesy of Keith and Daphne Finch, not rewarded by their grey gelding LOUIE'S LAD, who missed the break and finished l-a-s-t. I'm hoping to entrance them with the idea of taking on "Olive", the ICEMAN-BARRANTES yearling filly which Songsheet and I bred. Their trainer's John Bridger, and neither he nor the Finches will knock her about.
The day passed with the excellent company of other racing acquaintances, all of whom wedged up nicely (not me - the only thing I bet, or bid, for was something on the Countryside Alliance's auction, which I've got, and goes to Songsheet). It was lovely to see Terry Mills looking so much better after the difficult time he's been through, have a nice chat and share a good bottla wine with everyone, before driving home in the most glorious golden glow of the sun over the cut wheatfields, and dappling the woodlands. Goodwood really is the prettiest of courses - the view from the grandstands just shows gently rolling hills and woods - and not a building in sight. Truly glorious.