I havn’t had a heart warming story for you in a while so here goes. Last Friday, as you may recall, I was off to the evening races at Newmarket and to see UB40 play after that. UB40 were great.....there’s a rat in the kitchen....love it. But anyway, here’s the thing. My youngest brother was with me. He had never been horse-racing before and was determined to have a bet. In true Sandison style there was not going to be a huge amount of deep analysis in his decision making process. He scanned the list for the name of a horse with Scottish connotations. Rob Roy was an obvious one, but he settled on Admiral Dundas, which, I suppose is a little more esoteric. I persuaded him though that we really ought to look at them in the parade ring. We didn’t get that far in fact. Round the corner who should I bump into but the late lamented Dr. Jim (Walker), or Chicken Little as my colleague Andrew Riddick quite marvelously calls him. Chat chat chat. How are things? Terrible of course...the sky is falling in....blah blah blah.... “I’ve got a horse running in the next race actually.” And guess which one it was? Yup....good old Admiral Dundas. He talked us through the various issues. Poor thing had just been gelded (a good thing apparently as the horse has got some venom in him still), but the ground was a bit hard. “Typical....it’s been raining all round but not here” he moaned. Suffice to say, William and I headed off to the bookies and loaded up on the Admiral at 12-1 who duly sailed in a comfortable (other than around his nether regions) winner. Happy happy day. Good old Dr. Jim. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky when we went to congratulate and thank him in the Winners Enclosure.
Back there this evening actually for a bit more racing and The Feeling. It’s a high old life we lead up here in Suffolk.
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