What five racing or racing-related memories will stay with you forever? Mine are:
1. Having dinner with Henry Cecil at the Jockey Club Rooms (he insulted my dog :lol: ) and then spending the next morning on the gallops with and being shown round Warren Place by him
2. Being at York for Frankel's Juddmonte - the most emotional day's racing I'm ever likely to experience
3. Getting to choose BTO and present a winner's trophy - okay, it was only at Leicester but still...
4. Being at Newbury for Denman's first Hennessy, including managing to get 11/2 from a rails bookie and queuing up to collect my winnings in a hailstorm
5. 2007 Greatwood Hurdle day. The races were run in torrential rain and high winds and the bumper was abandoned because the post holes where the hurdles had been were filling up with water. The previous day had been OH's and my first ever visit to Cheltenham and the entire weekend kindled our love for the Paddy Power meeting. On the Sunday our brolly blew away on the trek from the car park; we watched the whole Sunday card on one of the TV's in the Arkle bar, leaning on the Himself cuttings display case next to an illegal bookie whose daughter was his reluctant runner and we didn't see a horse in the flesh all day. It wasn't the greatest days racing but it was a brilliant experience.
1. Having dinner with Henry Cecil at the Jockey Club Rooms (he insulted my dog :lol: ) and then spending the next morning on the gallops with and being shown round Warren Place by him
2. Being at York for Frankel's Juddmonte - the most emotional day's racing I'm ever likely to experience
3. Getting to choose BTO and present a winner's trophy - okay, it was only at Leicester but still...
4. Being at Newbury for Denman's first Hennessy, including managing to get 11/2 from a rails bookie and queuing up to collect my winnings in a hailstorm
5. 2007 Greatwood Hurdle day. The races were run in torrential rain and high winds and the bumper was abandoned because the post holes where the hurdles had been were filling up with water. The previous day had been OH's and my first ever visit to Cheltenham and the entire weekend kindled our love for the Paddy Power meeting. On the Sunday our brolly blew away on the trek from the car park; we watched the whole Sunday card on one of the TV's in the Arkle bar, leaning on the Himself cuttings display case next to an illegal bookie whose daughter was his reluctant runner and we didn't see a horse in the flesh all day. It wasn't the greatest days racing but it was a brilliant experience.