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17th August 2018
Plus 8 and dry when driving in.
Towcester has been playing with fire for some years now with their free entry model… nobody could really understand how they made it work and with the addition of their greyhound track Towcester really has gone to the dogs.
I am a huge fan of the racecourse and it is one I have know since a child.. Yes a long time, but my home was in Brackley, not far from Towcester so it was always our nearest racecourse and believe it or not I have ridden round that course many times.. although only once was on a race day.
It is one of the toughest and most picturesque racecourses in the country and only suits certain horses.
If you were lucky enough to have a horse that enjoyed this stiff course then you had a horse who would always run well there.
As one of its leading trainers I really do hope somebody comes along and buys the course.. surely it has loads of potential as it is so close to so many big towns and of cities.. Ideally situated and its stunning modern grandstand and facilities must be a huge draw for outside racing events.
I have to say I feel sorry for Robert Bellamy, who is (was) clerk of the course, and Keith Bower the head groundsman who have done so much to keep the racecourse going when the dog track was introduced; Towcester sold off half their race fixtures to help pay for it.. Yes the writing was on the wall.
Christopher and Emily Hill and Roger and Clare McMillan were here third lot to see Christopher's KBRP horses Vinndication and Arthurs Sixpence.
A first last night as Clare made her maiden visit to Lords Cricket ground.
Archie plus his mate Will Parker, Clare and I went to watch Middlesex take on my old home county Essex. Cracking game and a full house watched Essex win in the last over.
This is shocking..
A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks, "Excuthe me, do you have any widdle wabbits?"
The shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he's on her level, and says, "Do you want a widdle white wabbit or a thoft, fuffy bwack wabbit, or one like that widdle bwown wabbit over there?"
The little girl blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and whispers... "I don't weally fink my pyfon gives a phuk."