Nothing too serious for any of the horses this morning, hard yards around the sand for most. Those coming off the back of runs had a quiet canter up the hill. Toni and David were here to see Pounding Poet and their youngster. Pounding Poet schooled over hurdles on grass with Dibble Decker.
The highs and lows of horse racing were very apparent yesterday, Glory and Honour came home with the ditch, Lossiemouth bolted up and Gold Clermont broke a blood vessel. One trainer whose nose is bigger than mine told me that he was delighted his journey to Ffos Las was only two hours long. Throughout the journey, his phone had only bought him bad news. It is reassuring to know that I’m not alone when dealing with the disappointments we are all faced with owning and training horses. Life without horses would be a very boring one.
I was looking for a 0-125 three-mile handicap chase this morning. The race planners must think there is no requirement for them. However, they do see fit to have two 0-125 chases for ten-year-olds and older within two days of each other. I have plenty of hair so scratching it is not a problem.
Camembert Electric heads to Chepstow tomorrow, to read my thoughts click here.