Celandines in the bright March sunshine
Back in England for the horse races at Cheltenham, staying with my Mum in Crewkerne.
The races were called off today because of the high winds, giving us ten races tomorrow and nine on Friday. We will be going on Friday to see the Cheltenham Gold Cup.
The irony is that today was a gorgeously sunny day, warm in the sun, albeit windy. We can expect rain and drizzle for the next two days which will not enhance our viewing experience.
A couple of my colleagues go to the Wednesday every year. They were on the station this morning when they get a call from our boss telling them that the races had been cancelled. They did not believe him. Only when they got an sms from a friend did they believe it.
One of the worst racing experiences ever (apart from the occasional death of a racehorse) was the 1993 Grand National when the race was declared void after the starter had declared the race a false start. Two or three years later the race had to be delayed to the Monday when there was a bomb scare, but at least they had a race, which was won by Lord Gyllene.