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23rd December 2021
Plus 6 and dry when driving in.
It was certainly busy at Ludlow yesterday..Their annual Christmas meeting is usually so, but perhaps as we are in a time when we don’t expect to see too many people it was a surprise to see so many.. Good for Ludlow who were struggling with staff shortages due to the pandemic.
The ground was predictably not soft enough for Lady Of The Night.. She won on almost heavy ground at Fontwell and yesterdays ground was far far faster and she was not happy on it.. But it was one of her last chances to add to her GBB status.
She had hardly gone past the post when my email box pinged to let me know that Alan Thomas had sent an email across..
A regular contributor is our Alan ‘Wins by 9 lengths comes out again and gets beaten out of sight love to her your excuses for that run bailey wind blowing the wrong way grass too green grass too long didnt like the course or just that bass is totally inept like you’
Perhaps he should subscribe to my thoughts...
Samatian keeps on improving and is going the right way, and the mare in the bumper Galante De Romay showed up well and will now probably go hurdling.
Thursday is or easy day.
We have Amiliah riding out this week on work experience.. She is on the Kadijah Mellar Scholarship from the Ebony Horse Club from Brixton..A really good girl who has ridden in pony races..
Nick Holmes was here to see his KBRS horse Charming Getaway.
There is no racing now for three days.. Everybody is gearing up for Boxing Day.
Spectator competition winners: Rondeaus on a summery theme...By Allan Millard..
Across the mead a maiden fair,
Adorned with daisies in her hair,
Strolled through the grass with softest tread,
This season’s flowers about her spread,
As I, transfixed, stood gazing there.
Birds circled round her in the air
While on she walked without a care
Through poppies glowing vibrant red
Across the mead.
Her robes were white, her feet were bare,
Both dazzling in the sun’s bright glare,
I asked her name by interest led,
‘My name is Summer, sir,’ she said,
Before she fled, this vision rare,
Across the mead.