It has been said to me many times before that good things come to those who wait, well sadly for you, waiting an extra day for my blog has not yielded good things, just another lengthy blog for you to wade through!
Hello everyone and season’s greetings to you all. Telling you all why my blog is a day late is a good place to start, so I’ll begin with an explanation before moving on to much more exciting equine matters.
If by now, like Mum and Dad (and Paul on sufferance), you are weekly readers then I should imagine you are getting the impression I don’t get out much and if you’ve got that impression then you’d be spot on. Obviously, racecourses are where I spend a huge amount of time but when work is finished for the day I like to live a quiet day-to-day life spent with one person in particular, trying to cook or watch French three-year-olds galloping round on my computer screen at places like Auteuil, Pau or Angers or somewhere else . . . you get the idea.
Christmas a time for Bailey’s hi-jinks
This weekend however, well just Sunday actually, was not the norm, but it was a very good day. I spent it with my girlfriend Kate and my very best friends Stan, Channon, Ed and Ed (not the same Ed) eating well, laughing lots, playing cards, while in the evening attending Paul’s house for a Christmas drinks party and a bloody good evening all round.
Sunday was a day where the phone was switched off and we all had a brilliant day, I put the blog to one side and enjoyed a day to remember with the one stand-out highlight arriving in the shape of our very own Mr Ed Bailey losing a bet and taking a canter round our new gallop on his own two feet with not a huge amount of clothing on. If you’re reading this Mrs Bailey we had a towel and a hot drink ready for him afterwards and I promise that we are usually much more sensible with your son. We’ve sent him back now and hope you find him in rude health once again. It’s rare when I cry with laughter, but my god this was funny. Imagine a very pale body… actually no cancel that. Some of you could be eating.
That was my Sunday, so please forgive for my tardiness, if you will.
Young stars continue to shine
Talking of days to remember this week has been jam packed with them. It seemed like a day couldn’t go by where we didn’t have a lovely horse saunter round one of the various racecourses we visited, with highlights achieved almost on a daily basis.
I usually go racing with Paul and when I do I generally try to listen as best I can to tips or things he says, knowing that at any time there could be the next pearl of the wisdom that only very few people have access too. However, on Thursday with Paul tied up in meetings all day in London, Dad and I set off to Exeter in search of a couple of winners on what looked a day with some nice chances.
I’m sure you’ve seen the results and if you didn’t we were lucky enough to have a fantastic day with some lovely high-class performances from Give Me A Copper and Le Prezien.
Tagrita was the one for me though as she tries so hard. Everything looks an effort for her, but from the moment the tapes spring back, the yellow flag falls and you fix your binoculars on her, you do safe in the knowledge that whatever she has in her locker she will give you all of it and then just for good measure she’ll probably chuck in the kitchen sink.
I probably have a love for the thoroughbred more than I should, but there is something that softens my heart about a horse who will give you everything just because they can. Tagrita is a gem and she continued her unbeaten run over fences with heart and determination. I’m not sure where she’ll go next, but wherever she does whoever tries to go past her will not have an easy day out on the field of play.
Politilogue in his pomp at Ascot
Friday morning came along and it felt like someone had grabbed me, popped me in a Sky box, hit rewind for 24 hours and we started all over again. It was eight thirty, my arms where getting stretched as I tried to temper Adrien Du Pont‘s enthusiasm for galloping and I was about to head off to another racecourse (Ascot) where we once again had three excellent chances.
A magic day ensued where we were fortunate enough to enjoy three smart performances with Sam Twiston-Davies taking centre stage and absolutely nailing his part in Friday’s achievements. Sam is excellent on a daily basis but the ride he gave Capitane was special without doubt.
Future stars are as precious as pigs in blankets on the Christmas dinner in Paul’s yard and last week we ran plenty with very few disappointing, Movewiththetimes resumed winning ways while Politilogue left everyone dreaming of huge days after putting in a round of jumping nearly as immaculate as John Hales’ white wine selection.
Topofthegame was on top of his game and carried his giant body round Ascot to make a winning start in the process, making his gentle and quite gorgeous nature even more lovable. He is not far off eighteen hands and after a performance like that with not one serious piece of work under his belt we hope his future is as magnificent as him.
Saturday fare seemed good, but I haven’t the foggiest how good
I would like to talk about my day’s racing on Saturday but, after close inspection I concluded like the rest of the racing public, I couldn’t see a bloody thing so went home safe in the knowledge this year’s likely World Hurdle winner boasts a pretty cool name and is clearly a very classy horse. Well done Mr Fry and team, a great day for all of you no doubt.
It has been a fast-paced week as you can see and the blog hasn’t covered the half of it. I’m told that Christmas is a special time of year and, although my feeling of festivity isn’t bursting through the roof, I’m well aware the type of week we’ve just enjoyed is indeed incredibly special.
We have reached winner number 97 for the campaign before Christmas which is something we are proud of and in a few days time we will stop and take stock for a couple of days.
I intend to eat more than appropriate and spend time with my fantastic family and Kate. Life is really quite merry for me right now and, while I’m not lucky enough to know all of my blog readers on a personal level, I am keen to wish you all a very happy, healthy and wonderful Christmas.
There isn’t much I want for Christmas but, if purse strings have been stretched to breaking point for presents for the family, Mr Mix could well be worth some attention on Boxing Day at Wincanton.
Until then however, have yourselves a merry little Christmas.