All posts tagged: racing


The fair was in the centre of the racecourse and every Easter we’d beg our parents for pounds while Granddad clambered to stand on the back of the 4×4 and Granny passed around salmon and cucumber sandwiches, sausage rolls, cups of tea, and packs of ready salted crisps. Some years we would squirm away from sun-cream and hats, while other were spent huddled beneath umbrellas, or listening to the rain hammer on the roof and windows while the horses continued to gallop past the windscreen, mud splattered and steaming. You and I counted down the races one by one, until the vested interests of family friends had run their laps and someone was free to wander away from the track to the spinning swings, and the carousels and hook-a-duck where we laughed and screeched and groaned when we lost. Now I am older the fair seems smaller and we do not beg for pound or wander down the bank towards it. But it’s there in the distance, glinting and burnished like a penny in a puddle, …

Odds On

“Emerald City, second race,” Linda said, circling the horse’s name on the race card before looking up to see who Jason had picked. “You sure about that one?” he asked, features creasing into a frown as he leaned over. His own race card lay open on his lap, jottings all along the outside margins as he checked form and history for the ‘sure thing’. “Like you would know,” Linda huffed. “At least I pick the way you’re meant to,” Jason said. “You only think you do,” Linda replied, lips twisting upwards. “Tell me, when was the last time you won?”