There’s hardly anyone here. They’ve all slept in after a big night out at the Valley. Everyone seems to want to know: “Did you go?”. You’d have to be kidding. I’m crooked enough on the Cox Plate being run at 5.30 pm, let alone sending Black Caviar around at 9.55 pm. At least I was safely tucked up in bed watching the footy while everyone was still stuck in the car park.

A quiet day, mainly spent trying to photograph one-eyed blinkers for Volume 2, with only mixed success. But four bets, for three placed horses (San Diego, Under The Eiffel, High Esteem) and a loser (Word Gets Around).

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