I’m an unlikely participant with all the rain about, but the optimistic track rating of Dead 5 eventually sucks me in. Just inside my betting range. I reckon it’s London to a brick on that the track will be downgraded. Do you remember Ken Howard using that expression? I never knew what a brick was worth, but apparently it’s slang for ten quid.

Escado gives me something with a grinding second in the second, but I give it all back on Leia in the third. A heavy shower passes through and the track is downgraded to a Slow 6 and then a Slow 7. That’s it for me. I’m no good in the wet. Besides, they are running Heavy track times.

I only managed a couple of photos. An average shot of a nasal strip and a pic of sticking-plastered shoes. Some trainers like doing this to prevent any cuts or abrasions when the horse is in the float. Usually the plaster is removed on arrival at the course, but sometimes it lingers a little longer. My camera battery then suddenly decided to die. It was that sort of day. I gave it all away and didn’t even stay for the last.

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