Another one of my great loves is horse racing. I know a lot of people look at me and thing Oh my God, that’s dreadful. Well, no actually it’s not and I enjoy it and I own several racehorses, along with my son. In face we’ve got one running in this weeks meeting at Ascot. On Friday actually, called the Lir Jet. Before this pandemic we went to Ascot and the Derby but like everything some things have been cancelled. Jack, my son has been able to go and see some of our horses in their stables when he’s been to Equiprep which is where they go ‘on holiday’ or to recover their health if they’ve had an operation, which is where my Bob Pebble went when he had a nasty operation on his windpipe, or as I prefer to call him my ‘Bobble’.
Sometimes you still have to go into a ballot for certain things. Jack did win a place in a ballot around Christmas time, watched one of our horses run and was then invited to have a drink with the other owners, and who does Jack stand next to? Sheik Mohammed. His one comment? That suit he had one Mum must have cost thousands of pounds! Well with Sheik Mohammed’s racing reputation I’m not that surprised. (Apoligies to the Sheik if I spelled his name incorrectly).
One thing I have discovered though is that Racing is definitely not a Male dominated sport when it comes to owning Race Horses. Fine, forget the Queen, because fair enough Her Majesty does own Horses in her own name, but there are a lot of Women Owners out there, who own the winning horses in their own names. Every time I check out the race cards I’m amazed. Jack and I own Flat Racers and Over the jumps although I will admit I prefer Flat mainly because I’m always afraid that one of our horses will fall and have to be put down, but maybe I should learn to harden up and not be emotional when it come my horses?