Was very much a hazard in the car park.Ditto I got my car stuck in the Mud after racing but enjoyed the day.
LOVE this.Can I be the first person to remind everyone that Towcester is uphill all the way round.
Pipe horse?Nice to read some happy memories of the course from some people on here.
Now here is the other side of this wonderful game
I had watched a horse win a race at Worcester one day only for it to be disqualified because the jockey (Rodi Greene) had weighed in light. I hadnt had a bet in the race but it obviously stuck with me. Next time out it was far too short for me to back so i left it and it finished tailed off. But next time out at Towcester it was in a bang average race and it opened 33's. It had been backed at Worcester when it won (then DQ'd) and i took the chance that a recovery mission was in order. So i dived in along with a couple of mates. And it was backed down to around 14's if i remember rightly.
I'll cut this story short. Even 30 years later i can still feel the pain.
Absolutely bolting up, well clear and in no danger at all coming to the last. The commentator probably said "The only danger is in front of him".
And you all know what happened next. And if you dont, i'm not telling you !![]()
Kevin Bishop.Pipe horse?
Great stuff Grey.My one and only time to visit Towcester was almost 19 years ago, in November 2006. I was there to see the debut of the first horse I ever had a share in.
I was recruited to the syndicate through this forum, by the late and much missed Brian Hartigan, or Lord H as he was known in these parts. Others to join from here were former members Rory Delargy and Shadow Leader.
The horse in question was a point winner from Ireland that was going into training with Henrietta Knight, who was flying in those days. I had been to the open day at the stable, which was great fun, and went a second time on a day when our horse was a non-runner (a typical enough occurrence with her horses, I was to realise). I was amazed at the beautiful gallops and schooling areas and the 12th century Norman church in the grounds. The ducks splashing around in a pond in the middle of the yard added great life to the place. The night before our second visit Terry had come downstairs and given chase to a fox with his shotgun before realising he was starkers.
Anyway, I made a third trip to England, for the last Saturday in November 2006. It was Hennessy day at Newbury, and several of the stable stars were running there. But our boy, Bally Conn, was going to Towcester instead, for a bumper. It was touch and go whether the meeting would go ahead, there was standing water on the track in the back straight at the bottom of the vertiginous hill.
After a final mid-morning inspection the meeting went ahead, even though further rain arrived. The other forumites were at Newbury but I headed for Towcester. Terry looked after our little group there and gave us no encouragement to back our boy, saying it was impossible to know how he would cope.
Bally Conn was 3/1 favourite. That was probably by default, but he showed a lot of guts to overhaul the front runner inside the final furlong in what must have been one of the slowest races ever run, even at Towcester.
Naturally we were all elated, but Terry seemed a little worried. He had been trying to keep a lid on expectations but now his task was hopeless. I went home after that and studied bumper form forwards and backwards in an effort to assess what our horse had achieved. That study later stood to me and I still enjoy bumpers more than many other kinds of races.
Bally Conn’s next run was at Huntingdon on what is Boxing Day to some of us and St Stephen’s Day to others. The chosen race was a 3m1f maiden hurdle. He was beaten out of sight, by more than 40 lengths. His next two runs were similar, and he then went PPP in his three runs after that.
At that point he was sold on to Martin Hill’s yard for small money. I suppose we felt grateful to get anything at all for him. But Bally Conn then proceeded to win four out of his next seven races. I met Martin Hill at the races one day and asked him what had brought about the transformation. He told me that they had found a problem in his back that they had been able to fix. His form went downhill again after his good spell, but they had a nice time with him overall.
Ah well. Perhaps it should have, but this experience never put me off having a go with other horses. The buzz of winning that race at Towcester was something I could never have anticipated, even after already following racing at that stage for more than thirty years. The whole episode was a blast, including making some good friendships.