As promised I have sat my fat butt down at last and found a few spare hours to put together a briefer than last time report about Tuesday afternoon at Lingfield, where not one but two Harry Fry runners we are involved with headed off to the track.
Arriving bright and early my badge had been efficiently left at the Owners and Trainers entrance as usual, and to my delight there was a £5 food concessions voucher – there is such a thing as a free lunch! Heading off with my camera (point and shoot Sean is my new nickname), I met Harry and the other members (honestly, they are such a welcoming bunch), by the pre parade ring where we learnt that in everyone’s opinion, if Venetia Williams’ Beacon Lady could jump then she would win and with plenty in hand. Watching her parade someone pointed out the protectors on all f0ur legs and suggested that maybe she had been rapping her hurdles at home – true or false is anybody’s guess but it was enough to stop me backing her, which turned in to a blessing in disguise as she trailed in a well beaten third, with our very own Dancing Solo fifteen lengths in front of her! Sadly, Nigel Twiston-Davies trained the winner with A Doll In Milan but Harry and the team seemed delighted with the run, which was the next lesson in her education ahead of brighter things ahead (I hope).
With a break until the last race where we had one in the bumper, I declined the lunch offer (which I found out afterwards was a bargain), and settled for a Pastie (that’s all you can get for a fiver on course, how mad is that with fish and chips priced at £8.50!), and walked off to watch the other races and take a few more pictures. Lapping up the peace and quiet in the sunshine that illusion was soon shattered as what seemed to be a hundred plus young children dressed in jockey silks descended on my position to watch the next race (a school trip of some kind and I have say, polite well behaved children as well), only to watch Beaufort Boy take a crashing fall at the last and lay there totally motionless. As the screens were brought out and the crowd silenced I was busy fending off various obvious questions not wanting to lie but no wanting to upset the children either, and I promise you that no one on course was happier when the horse eventually got up than me – who would want the next generation of race goers seeing that on their first visit to a track?
Two five runner races followed that I had zero interest in, so I went back in the warm, but I did venture out to watch the novice chase at 3.30pm which I am sorry to say I felt was thrown away by Gavin Sheehan on board the odds on Easy Beesy. Bobbing along at the head of affairs he had the race won in my eyes but took it too easy which allowed Royal Palladium to get to his hind quarters which in turn may well have forced the jumping error that saw him unseat his jockey three out. I am pretty sure that if he had been kept up to his work he would have won by a street and is one to at least consider next time out, though this wasn’t much of a race to be fair.
As the light started to face and newcomers to the track asked where the floodlights were (there aren’t any), we all gathered round to watch Kilda’s rock in the all-weather bumper but to be frank, she ran a stinker. Backed down to joint favourite at 9/4 (not by us!), she was up there throughout before pretty much the rest of the field quickened up in the home straight and she didn’t, and with the thought proves that she is certainly the worst of our four it will be interesting see if Harry decides to persevere with the daughter of Rocamadour or find a a solution to any issues (though do look at the winner Trigger Point who is the strangest looking horse I have seen for many a year)!