It’s fine and dry but with a cold westerly strafing the horse watchers. The few of us that are left that is, with stalwarts falling by the wayside. I’m armed with my booklet of free guest passes, race book, biro and drink. I give the guest passes to a deserving looking couple, who shake my hand and are eternally grateful –“we’re seniors from Perth”. My brother rings on the mobile to remind me that it is my Father’s 100th birthday. Born in the year the Titanic went down. He’s been gone some 28 years now, but it still brings me up short. I wish he could have seen what I’ve done with my life.
Little action to report. Some horrid winkers on Alrouz, which match the blue and gold spots on the jockey silks. The horse managed to get third despite them. And a double-handed ring bit hold on Inablitz. The mare was crashing into the vegetation and went out onto the track early with the clerk. She still managed fifth.
Two bets for the day, on two very relaxed horses. The Night’s Hot in the third and Utah Saints in the last. Both finished second. In fact, I was so enamoured of Utah Saints that I went and backed it again. Two out of two for the day. I finish the day with the free drink. Here’s cheers, Dad!