​When I pen whatever you would like to call this stroll through my thoughts and concerns, I try to start with a title that encompasses the topic or topics I intend to cover. More often than not I go off-piste and have to amend or completely change the title, even when I believe it to be either snappy or intriguing. I am not, you must understand, a professional writer and neither do I have an editor sitting at my shoulder and have no training outside of ‘life’s university’ to guide my illiterate way. Today I will endeavour to stay within the topics of the Grand National, the racing calendar and the Mares Hurdle.
The initial entries for Punchestown’s Grand National trial were published in the Racing Post either yesterday or the day before. (Poor memory, can’t be assed to bring-up yesterday’s paper to clarify the facts). I suspect, though it was not my initial thought, it is a trial specifically for the Irish National at Fairyhouse, though the race title does not make this clear, though neither does Haydock’s Grand National trial, also due to be run in the next few weeks. What appalled me about the entries for both races, indeed all races over a distance of ground that in the past would make the race appropriate as a pointer towards Aintree, is how few of those entered have a sporting chance of fulfilling the criteria to be accepted to run in the big race. What is the point of a Grand National trial if it useless as a form-guide for the race it is a trial for? Perhaps the condition of the race that a horse must have run in a 3-mile chase should be amended to a chase over a distance of 3m 4-furlongs or more? Though ‘win and your in’ races through the season would make far more sense.
The B.H.A., and I dare say Horse Racing Ireland, publish their race calendars well in advance of the seasons covered. This was all very well in times of plenty but is it the right approach when the well is running dry? 
In Britain, it seems, it is becoming extremely difficult to find sponsors away from either the bookmaking industry or companies associated with people heavily invested in the sport as owners, though Ireland have no trouble finding sponsors either local or global.
With the pool of horses available slipping year on year, especially at the upper levels, it would make sense for Britain and Ireland to sit down and negotiate their race programmes so they gel with each other to attract the best horses available and the largest number of runners. This would inevitably mean both countries sacrificing or down-grading races of long-standing and eliminating many of the established Grade 1’s in both countries. This would be a ‘for now’ policy and could be changed if and when the pool of top-class horses returns to levels of the distant days when competitiveness was not a subject for debate.
I believe the seeds of this problem were sown when the Cheltenham Festival evolved from 3-days to 4. I approved of the change at the time and would have embraced a 5-day festival if it had come to pass. Not now, though. Over the last couple of years, the dynamic has become one of survival, not growth. Sadly, I believe it is time for the festival to revert to 3-days, with the Ryanair, the 2m- 5 novice hurdle and the Turners in particular directed to other meetings or a specific race-day away from the Festival. The 2-mile Champion Chase, the Champion Hurdle and the Gold Cup in particular should be ring-fenced, protected against the threat of small fields and long-odds on favourites. If the season was not so cluttered, races culled from the Festival-proper could be run at a ‘satellite’ Festival, though seeded throughout the season might prove more beneficial. The Ryanair at the upcoming Newbury meeting, for instance, and if the sport returns to somewhere close to its ‘glory days’ it could return to March and the Festival.
The B.H.A. and its Irish counterpart should be planning for now, not doing the same over and over again in hope that it’ll all come right on some night long in the future. Premierisation is more, when the current situation seems to demand less.
And that brings me to the mares races at the Festival. To my mind, no matter what ratings tell us, and yes Honeysuckle brought the house down at last year’s Festival, though a great part of that was in light of the tragedy that had befallen the de Bromhead family, the Mares Hurdle is a problem. It is not titled the Mares Champion Hurdle, by the way, even if it is the major races for mares in both Britain and Ireland. I believe the race should be titled the Mares Champion Hurdle, boosted in prize-money and should replace the International/Bula hurdle on Cheltenham’s trials day. This move would be beneficial to both the Champion Hurdle and whatever the race over 2-miles is called at the Dublin Racing Festival as it might galvanise British trainers to support the race and the meeting. If trials day became a 2-day fixture, the other two races for mares, the novice hurdle and the chase could be accommodated, along with the other races dropped from a 3-day Cheltenham Festival.
Given adversity trainers usually pull-through. Yes, Nicky Henderson would pull his hair out if he was arm-twisted into having to run his latest Champion Hurdle candidate in the Kingwell at Wincanton but as with all us, he would just have to suck it up or travel to the kingdom of Willie Mullins. 

​Forgive me. Today’s thoughts mirror 100% my thoughts in the previous blog I published. I constantly worrying that our glorious sport is at a tipping point; its survival dependent on correct if radical decisions that must be taken by the sport’s governing authorities in both Ireland and Britain. My thoughts yesterday were honest and truthful to my opinion, if not particularly well constructed. What I am now certain about is that the problem to be overcome is not wholly the domination of Closutton but the actual overall ailing health of the sport.
Willie Mullins won the first three races at Leopardstown yesterday, all Grade 1’s, with horses, given that stable jockey Paul Townend was not the winning jockey on any one of the three, that were, to the benefit of Danny Mullins, the second or third strings. All of the Closutton horses are trying, of course and not knowing which of his three, four or five-runners, is the best is a conundrum for punters, as it must be for Paul Townend. And though his domination (I suspect he won the Bumper as well) yesterday and virtually every day, is proof of his status as one of the greatest racehorse trainers of all-time, the rise and rise of Willie Mullins is perhaps detrimental to the sport as a whole.
Although there is some merit in limiting a trainer to a maximum of four or five runners per race, and if this was brought-in I would like it to include every race in the racing calendar, I don’t believe it is the solution that would best serve the sport.
Another of racing’s long-term problems, affecting both Irish and British trainers, is the retaining and recruitment of staff. It is a problem that I doubt affects Willie Mullins or perhaps any of the top stables either side of the Irish Sea. It is, though, a problem that must be addressed for the widespread benefit of every other trainer in both Ireland and Britain.
A cap on the number of horses any one trainer can have at their disposal in any one season would go some way to levelling the playing-field and countering the staff-shortage crisis. I would suggest the cap would be in excess of 100 and below 150 and to be for both codes of the sport. If a trainer with 200-horses registered to him or her were forced to reduce their string-size by fifty, he or she would also be forced to lay-off six, seven or eight members of staff. Because of the acute staff shortage in both countries, these people would immediately be snapped-up by other trainers, thereby going some way to reducing perhaps the sport most pressing issue.
Also, owners of the horses let go by their trainer would then have to find homes for them with trainers a litter lower in the training food-chain, which would go a fair way to levelling-up this particular playing field. Of course, the mega-trainers would keep the best and say goodbye to the lesser fry; occasionally though a gem would slip through the net and someone would find themselves with a Derby, Gold Cup, Cheltenham or Aintree contender that otherwise would not have found its way to them. For the sport, a cap on numbers achieves a win-win scenario and should be trialled for a couple of years to ensure it brings the benefits that theory suggests it should. And a cap should not be seen as punishing the very best but giving a leg-up to the sport at a time when the vast majority of its participants are in dire need of assistance.
Incidentally, who else thought Conflated was going to play a part in the finish of the Irish Gold Cup yesterday? I still think Galopin Des Champs will prove a hard hero to slay come March as he stays so well, which I don’t believe will prove to be Fastorslow’s main weapon (I even suggest they might divert him to the Ryanair) but though she is never the most optimistic of trainers, being more Tim Forster than Paul Nicholls in thought and word, I think Venetia Williams might have greater hope in her heart that a deserved Cheltenham Gold Cup winner might be within her grasp at long last.

​If sport was included in the remit of the Monopolies Commission, horse racing would be in its sights. There was a commotion in the sport recently when Gordon Elliott saddled 13 (14?) runners out of 22 in a single race and the B.H.A. walked on to the dance-floor to suggest it might limit trainers to 4-runners per race. They have since back-tracked on the idea. Yet Gordon Elliott would not attract the attention of the Monopolies Commission, nor would de Bromhead, Henderson or Nicholls.
Over the two-days of the Dublin Racing Festival this weekend, the master of Closutton has entered in the non-handicap races a total of 52-horses. Of course, 52 is not exactly correct as many of horses have two or three entries and will only run the once and I will refrain from naming the races as these days race titles can be longer than the races they represent. But he has 6 out of 9 entries, 8/13, 4/8, 2/5, 5/13, 8/13, 8/14, 4/6, 3 out of 5 and 4 out of 16 entries in the Bumper that brings an end to what looks like on a paper an epic meeting.
He will have the favourite in most of these races, as well, of course, in a couple of the handicaps as he seems to have one or two well-handicapped if they should prove up to the task.
Anyone who has read Henrietta Knight’s book ‘The Jumping Game’, and especially the chapter on Willie Mullins, will realise his training facilities are no better than many of his main rivals in the training ranks, if indeed he has any real rivals. He has a top-class staff and some of the best riding talent in Ireland to aid him and it is not as if he was not successful before the double green team hooked-up with him or even before Rich Richie turned up at the gates with his ambitions, his wealth and charisma. I suspect the two reasons Mullins is the dominant force at present is because a) obviously, he has owners willing to pay top dollar (or Euro) for the best young stock that is on the market, and he most probably either makes the least number of mistakes or the most correct decisions regarding the races his horses should compete in. And it must be remembered he started from scratch. What he has, he has earned through the same blood, sweat and tears every trainer must overcome to become even moderately successful.
His domination can be regarded as either humorous or worrying, though no one disputes he is where is through hard work and not a small stroke of genius. And is it ethical to tether a man at the top of his profession by disallowing him the number of horses he wants to run in one race simply because he is too successful? It certainly would not be sporting to bring into place a rule for Mullins and not apply that rule to his rivals.
My view on this problem, if indeed it is a problem, is this. Decisions should be made by the governing authorities that are to the benefit of the whole sport as the sport is at the present. A rule could be adopted for now that can be changed in the future if the sport would benefit for the change.
I doubt if Willie Mullins employs a single lame duck in his roster of employees. If he has, say, 200-horses in training, he would have at his disposal, perhaps, 50 top-class employees at a time when the shortage of staff is one of the major problems affecting horse racing in both Ireland and Britain. If a cap of 150-horses (or any number from 100-upwards) is imposed, he would have to lay-off a small percentage of his staff, all of whom would very quickly be snapped-up by trainers presently stifled by not having top-class staff in their yards. I believe, at this moment in time, a cap on the number of horses any one trainer can train in any one season would benefit the sport as a whole.
Yes, a cap might be difficult to police as horses get injured or owners transfer horses to other trainers and trainers would always be having young stock come into the yard that might not necessarily run that season. And then there is the potential problem of trainers’ having pre-training yards or secondary stables where injured and resting horses are kept.
A cap might though twist the arm of owners with a large strings to their bow to send, no doubt their lesser horses when it comes to Mullins, to other trainers, giving them a leg-up and allowing many of them to have a little jam on their bread. Of course, trainers could get around the cap by setting-up their sons or daughters as trainers to benefit from the spread of owners and horses, thereby keeping owners in-house, as it were. But as of now, even if a cap could be construed as a restraint of trade, a limitation on the number any one-trainer could have at his/her disposal would benefit the sport to better effect than restricting trainers to 4 or 5-runners per race.
Tough economic times require tough decisions to be made by those in position of power and influence. Long-term, the sport will wither on the vine if only a few people mine all of the riches all-of-the-time.

​47-sleeps to total Irish domination. If only that were tongue-in-cheek.
Here’s an idea. Why not switch the Victor Chandler permanently to Trials Day at Cheltenham and stage a few other trials for the Festival at Ascot? The 3-mile Lightning novice chase could, perhaps be brought forward from its date in February. Paul Nicholl’s, talking about Stay Away Fay, seemed to think its present date in the calendar is too close to the Festival. Also, a trial for one of the novice hurdles, with the mares hurdle run this season at Doncaster on Saturday, switching to Ascot.
Running a trial for the Champion Chase seems, at least to me, a better fit for Trials Day than Ascot and as no horse would be asked to run in both the Victor Chandler and the 2-mile chase at the Dublin Racing Festival, I can’t see there ever being a clash between the two. For the benefit of the sport racecourses must compromise and work in harmony with each other.
Saturday clearly demonstrated the saturation of top-class horses trained in Ireland. Yes, Sir Gino emerged as a worthy favourite for the Triumph Hurdle but he was an outlier on the day. Lossiemouth looked exceptional, treating with contempt rivals that were all in the top bracket as far as British-trained horses are concerned. Clearly Willie Mullins has a plan for her that doesn’t include the Champion Hurdle this season, with the Mares Hurdle looking a shoo-in for her. Before tape-up, I thought Love Envoi’s 2nd to Honeysuckle in last year’s Mares Hurdle was by far the best form in the race, yet she was brushed aside as if she were nothing more than an inconsequence. Trained by anyone else, Lossiemouth would be Champion Hurdle bound, with the majority believing she had a shot at bringing down Constitution Hill. Mullins’ though, has two other strings to his bow for the Champion Hurdle, even if no one could have any confidence either will worry Henderson’s hero as they reach the climb to the winning post.
The big worry for supporters of British-trained horses for Cheltenham was Capodanno winning the Cotswold Chase. I seriously fancied him for the Grand National last season, thinking him a top-class horse, favourably-weighted, trained by a genius and largely overlooked. Race-fitness caught him out at Aintree, running and jumping well until his long lay-off caught up with him. He is now being aimed at the Ryanair and with Allaho ruled out due to injury, it’s hard to have any confidence any horse getting the better of him, certainly not a British-trained horse. Doubtless, Aintree will not be on his agenda this season.
The joy for me of the Cotswold Chase was the performance of Ahoy Senor. Yes, he finished last of four but it was, given he has pulled-up in his previous two races, his first proper race of the season and, for him, he jumped wonderfully well. And, of course, Stephen Mulqueen displayed the extent of his natural horsemanship when the stirrup leather failed three-out, at a point when he seemed as likely the winner as any other. Of course, Lucinda and Peter now have a dilemma to overcome, will it be Derek Fox or Mulqueen on Ahoy Senor come the Gold Cup. No disrespect to Fox, but I would stick with Mulqueen, especially as the team also have Corrach Rambler for the Gold Cup. My faith in Ahoy Senor is restored.
Mind you, the horse that is coming nicely to the boil for the Gold Cup is The Real Whacker. He ran on stoutly on Saturday and his front-running style might, just might, unsettle Galopin Des Champs.
James Bowen is a wonderfully talented horseman destined to become stable jockey at Seven Barrows whenever Nico de Boinville retires. To me, given Jonbon is not a straight-forward ride, he didn’t really gel with Jonbon in the Victor Chandler and possibly will wake-up this morning wishing he had done several aspects of the race differently. His sit at the fence at the top of the hill was remarkable and doubtless cost Jonbon the race but it has to be admitted that it was Jonbon’s worst display of jumping since switching to fences. I wouldn’t be surprised if the horse trots up stiff and sore this morning. I just hope if he is, it will be nothing to prevent him returning to Cheltenham in March. As was said on Saturday, Jonbon has run poorly in the past and still won at the Festival and I wouldn’t rule out him doing so again.
The downer on Saturday was that Ireland won the trials for the Gold Cup, the Champion Hurdle and the Stayers Hurdle, with Willie Mullins also scooping the mares hurdle at Doncaster and Gordon Elliott winning the juvenile hurdle with a horse now unbeaten in five races. We are doomed. Yet could Scotland be our salvation? In Lucinda we trust.

​Horse racing has given me the greatest amount of pleasure of my life, daily it is the pivot on which my life revolves, and thus it saddens me to the point of the precipice that the sport may not survive for more than a few decades, if that, beyond my demise. Finally, racing journalists are cottoning-on to similar dystopian predictions, not that anyone has any gold-standard solutions to halt the downward slope to oblivion. If only James Bond was real and a horse racing enthusiast!
Let’s be clear, there is a political agenda, not yet worldwide, though driven by foreign influence, to limit human interaction with animals that are both classified as domestic or reared for human consumption. Indeed, the World Economic Forum has plans to ban rice-growing, coffee plantations, dog and cat companionship, as well as their known targets of car-ownership, fossil fuels and limit human rights, freedom and the basic principles of democracy. All in the name of saving the planet from a problem of their choosing.
Why do you think the Gambling Commission of Britain is dead-set on Affordability Checks or the Irish Government has plans to ban betting advertisements during daylight-hours on t.v. and satellite broadcasting, while allowing the Lottery to be advertised during the same embargoed period? It is, as with every aspect of the W.E.F.’s ‘Great Reset’ agenda, a plan long in the naturing, based on the logic that no one will notice their dastardly plan if it is covertly established over a long period, rather like the frog that doesn’t know it’s being boiled alive until it is too late to do anything about it.
I believe National Hunt racing in Britain and Ireland will be the first to succumb. It is one of the reasons why I am so vehemently opposed to the continual changes to the Grand National as it represents a slow walk hand-in-hand with Animal Rising/Climate Activists who are the front-line of the ‘You Will Have Nothing and Be Happy’ agenda of their W.E.F. paymasters. Fifteen-minute cities need a large footprint and racecourses and golf courses are the sort-of open-spaces required for the development of such warden-controlled urban sprawls.
Activists cannot be seen to advocate the euthanizing of a hundred-thousand racehorses, mares and assorted other animals kept for sporting purposes. Activists believe we do not care for the animals we race, breed-from or merely keep out of love and respect for them. They believe they care more, not that any one of them cries for the loss of a single racehorse. So, the process of extinction will be slow, a phasing-out that, I believe, has already started. Make the sport financially out-of-reach of the majority of people, cut funding steams to set in motion the slow boil and bring into play the idea of a ‘social licence’ and hundreds-of-years of sporting and social history teeters at a precipice. 
Animal Rising want racehorses let loose on National parks and land sequestered from landowners, to fend for themselves. Naïve. Stupid. And so on.
And don’t argue that the British Government would not sanction the extinction of horse racing because they need the tax revenue that comes from betting to help fund the infrastructure required to bring the fifteen-minute cities into fruition. Or that the Minister has reiterated the value of racing to the economy. In the worldwide ‘close-your-eyes and hope for the best’ dash for electric-battery cars to replace petrol and diesel on our roads, governments are letting slip even larger tax revenue streams. What did you think the covid vaccinations were for? Did they provide a barrier against the virus? Why did every country deny that herd immunity would stop the virus, when we all know it was herd immunity that finally brought an end to the Black Death, a virus that killed half the world’s population? Big Pharma is owned lock, stock and barrel by the elitist megalomaniacs who are funding ‘the future’ of their own design. During the covid and vaccine period of world history, Bill Gates and his billionaire associates all doubled their personal wealth. Think on that! They have gained enormously, while we have had our incomes slashed!
When the bulldozers were being lined-up to destroy Aintree racecourse in the late sixties, even as a child I thought seriously of taking the train to Liverpool with the purpose of – I didn’t know what but I wanted to do something to save the home of my dreams and expectations.
At the other end of my life there is nothing I can do to save the sport I love beyond anyone or any other aspect of life but to vote accordingly at the next General Election, for my one vote to help stop the W.E.F./W.H.O. aligned Tories or Labour achieving a majority in Westminster. I will vote Reform and hope I never have to walk towards the precipice. To quote Private Frazer. ‘We are doomed, I tell you. Doomed!’
Perhaps not. But we will be history come, say 2050. Not that I shall live to witness the fate of my doomsday prophesy.

​I often wonder how many of the staff at the B.H.A. read the Racing Post. Does Julie Harrington have the paper delivered to her home or does she subscribe on-line? Perhaps the industry newspaper awaits her on her desk at B.H.A. headquarters? You see, and I dare say I am being unfair, but I am continually made uneasy by some (or most) of the decisions to come from Portman Square – it is as if the administration of the sport is regarded by the sport’s overlords and protectors as merely a logistical exercise, a moving about of all the pieces from 9 to 5, followed by a dash to the exit and back into a world they are better at ease with.
The horse-racing industry is a complicated, nuanced sport; it cannot be learned scholastically or from hearsay. To oversee and administer the sport, a depth of knowledge would be needed, don’t you agree?
Ascot could not race on the Saturday and I have no quibble with the meeting being called-off. But could they have raced on the Sunday? And would Willie Mullins have sent El Fabiola across the Irish Sea if the conditions of the race stated, that if at all possible, the meeting would be staged on the Sunday if the weather intervened on the Saturday? The other alternative, with Lingfield almost certain to go ahead, why couldn’t the race have been slotted into the final day of the Winter Millions meeting?
The point is this: it is accepted opinion that National Hunt is being diminished due to a general lack of competitiveness and in particular the top horses being kept apart until the Cheltenham Festival. The Victor Chandler was a race to look forward to with much anticipation. A mouth-watering clash was promised between the top 2-mile chaser in Ireland and the top 2-mile chaser in Britain. 
Willie Mullins had already announced that if the race was held-over for a week and prize-money reduced, as so often happens when a race is rescheduled, that he would keep El Fabiola for the Dublin Racing Festival. It was not an ultimatum or an exercise in arm-twisting. Mullins was planning what was in the best interests of the horse and its owners.
Although the rearranged race is not quite the penalty kick for Jonbon it might have been if El Fabiola had skipped the race if run at Ascot last Saturday, he will be long-odds and we will learn nothing that we don’t know already. 
The sport, and Premierisation if it is be a success, especially through the winter months, needs clashes that excite the punter, the media and the spectator. El Fabiola versus Jonbon was such a race and because of a lack of foresight from the B.H.A. and, perhaps, a stick-in-the-mud attitude by sponsors, the race we were looking forward to is lost, replaced by a substitute affair that does not spark the imagination.
Is it asking too much, especially through the winter months, to have it stated in the conditions of major races (and meetings as a whole) that if the weather causes abandonment on the Saturday, if possible, the meeting will be staged the following day? Yes, Ascot and Lingfield staging meetings on the same day is far from convenient and ordinarily I would be critical of two local racecourses having meetings on the same day but better a little inconvenience than having potentially the most exciting race of the season thus far ripped from our grasp.
Lingfield was fit to race. Ascot is situated in close proximity. Couldn’t the groundstaff have taken the covers off the course and allowed the rising temperatures to have done its work? If Ireland can reschedule within days of an abandonment, why can it not be done in Britain? Why can’t the B.H.A. think-ahead and put into place alternative venues for the major races if the weather should spoil our fun? 
The Cheltenham Festival can only be staged at Cheltenham. The Grand National can only be run at Aintree. And though races like the Victor Chandler should be run at the course where it is traditionally held, where is the harm in having a potential relocation in the conditions of the race in case Mother Natures takes command of the situation?

​I dare say it is because at heart I am unromantic and cynical, an all-round miserable sod, that my surname namesake, Henrietta Knight, has never really tickled my fancy. She was, and may prove to remain, a top-class trainer of steeplechasers and I admire and respect her allegiance to the sport. Yet I have never warmed to her, which is doubtless my loss, not her loss.
I do though warm to her as a writer of racing books and I particularly enjoyed ‘Starting From Scratch’ (Inspired To Be A Jump Jockey), which sits next to Terry Biddlecombe’s autobiography ‘Winner’s Disclosure’ on the bookshelf here. Her 2018 publication ‘The Jumping Game’ will also sit next to her late husband’s book, which will require displacing one other book and attempting to find room for it on another shelf as it is unthinkable for Henrietta’s two books not to stand either side of Terry’s book.
I have come late to ‘The Jumping Game’ and should have purchased it when it first came out. Why I erred, I cannot say. Sometimes important matters either pass me by or slip my memory. ‘The Jumping Game’ is an accompaniment to ‘Starting From Scratch’, with the theme of ‘How National Hunt Trainers Work and What Makes Them Tick’. As with most sporting books when as soon as they are published, they gradually become more and more out-of-date and reading ‘The Jumping Game five-years after publication is akin to reading a history book.
In 2018, for instance, Willie Mullins had not trained a Cheltenham Gold Cup winner, whereas in 2024 he has bagged three, with a fourth most likely waiting on the horizon for him. Paul Nicholls and Nicky Henderson remain the top two trainers of National Hunt horses in Britain, with no one coming out of the pack to challenge their supremacy, though as he has done since 2018, Dan Skelton continues to strive to close the gap.
What Henrietta skilfully achieved in this book, is that though she is happy to give her opinion, she doesn’t directly challenge the training principles of the trainers she visited. For instance, she is a proponent of loose schooling horses, sending around a barn jumping without a rider on their backs. Other trainers do not loose school their horses, and yet every trainer she visited is equally successful if you take into account the differences in number or quality of the horses under their care.
She only mentions Best Mate five-times and her late husband Terry 7-times, which displayed great restraint. It would have been very easy to boast about her past achievements and compared herself to the trainers who consented to be interviewed for the book. It is obvious that she is greatly respected in the racing world and would be a vaunted visitor to any racing yard. What would be interesting, given she did give the slightest of hints in the book that she had not entirely ruled out returning to the training ranks, is how she might have changed her approach to training after inspecting all the different training surfaces, stable routines and thoughts of the participants who comprise the book.
Though she definitely has her own long-held opinions, augmented by the wisdom imparted by Terry during their partnership, she is a thoughtful woman and would not be slow to change tack if she considered improvement could be found in adopting someone else’s methods.
I thought the chapter on Peter Bowen was the most enlightening and that the two principles most top trainers adhere to are air-flow through stables and barns and turning horses out into paddocks during the day, both with the aim of horses getting as much clean air into their lungs as possible. What surprised me the most – Venetia Williams does not believe in grooming horses, which flies in the face of everything I have believed in and what all the great trainers of the past believed in and what is advocated in all the horse management books I have read. Grooming, I have always believed, stimulated the oils in the skin to produce a shiny coat. Apparently, though, it can make horses grumpy. We live and learn, and in this case, dispute. Not that I would dare challenge Venetia on the subject as I suspect she would eat me alive.

​I was intending to pen a letter to the Racing Post on the subject of abandonments when my thunder was stolen by Paul Kealy offering his criticism of the B.H.A.’s attitude towards abandoning whole meetings, when Ireland will reschedule at the earliest opportunity. He is 100% correct, as I told him in an e-mail. I am sure he was overjoyed and boastful to his colleagues that he received my approval. 
Although the odds on Ascot’s meeting this Saturday going ahead have improved with a weather forecast for above freezing temperatures from early morning onwards, it is still, I would think, shades of odds-on that the meeting will be adandoned.
The clash between Jonbon and El Fabiola has been widely anticipated for weeks yet if the big race is transferred to Cheltenham next weekend, as happened last season, the race will become the next best thing to a penalty kick for Jonbon as Willie Mullins has made clear that his horse will return home and be aimed at the Dublin Racing Festival. To be clear, without El Fabiola, the race will be a non-event, to the point that the race will not be worth I.T.V. altering their planned running order to televise the race live.
What is so stupid about scuttling the whole meeting and transferring the big race to Cheltenham next Saturday is that though the odds are against Ascot being fit to race tomorrow, the odds are greatly in favour of the racecourse being fit for purpose on Sunday. Not only that, I.T.V. will televising racing on Sunday from Lingfield, so television coverage will not be a problem. If Ireland have no problem promptly rescheduling meetings, why is it an imponderable in this country. Ascot will be all dressed-up ready to race on Saturday and yet it seems impossible to keep everything in place and merely delay proceedings for twenty-four hours.
During the months of December, January and February, would it not make sense for the ‘Premier’ meetings scheduled for a Saturday come with the provision of postponing until the Sunday if the weather should intervene? With the British weather, it is always a possibility the weather might be worse on the Sunday and racing will be skittled anyway but at least a provision to postpone for twenty-four hours increasing the odds of the meeting taking place.
Ascot might excuse abandoning the meeting rather than postponing on the grounds that catering staff may not be available or food prepared for the first day would be spoiled, creating extra expense. All eventualities, I would contend, would be easier to overcome than the whims and fancies of Mother Nature.
This is yet another example of poor leadership from the B.H.A. Horse Racing in this country is in desperate need of front-foot thinking.

Those who pine for the days of the 3-day Cheltenham Festival, who make fair comment on the over-stretching of the quality elastic band, with owners and trainers able to make choices as to which race their star horses run in, rather than the kettling of top-class horses into the Champion Hurdle, 2-mile Champion Chase or Cheltenham Gold Cup as was the case back ‘in the good old days’, seem perfectly happy with the National Hunt Chase, formerly the main race of the meeting (and the race the meeting is named after) stealing many of the top staying novices chasers from the 3-mile novice chase intended for the following season’s potential Gold Cup horses.
I used to like the ‘old’ National Hunt Chase, when it was run as a maiden chase or at least for novices that had not won before January 1st. It was a novelty, a race when virtually anything could happen and I wish Cheltenham would stage a similar race at their New Year’s Day meeting or Trials Day. But that’s fantasy thinking.
I don’t like the race anymore. It used to have 30-runners and yet now we are lucky if half-a-dozen face the starter. Amateur riders have the Kim Muir and the Foxhunters; there is no need at the sport’s premier race-meeting for there to be a third race restricted to amateurs. 
To improve the quality of the Festival I would upgrade the National Hunt Chase to a 4-mile Champion Chase, with novices receiving 7Ib from their more experienced rivals. As with the 2-mile Champion Chase, some years the pool of top-class stayers will be weak and in other years strong. 
The National Hunt season is built upon the foundation of long-distance chase. The premier race of the season is the Grand National, with the Welsh, Irish and Scottish Nationals major events on the calendar. Also, the season is peppered with regional nationals and races like the Warwick Classic. It is unreasonable for their not to be a Grade 1, 4-mile Champion Chase, with the Cheltenham Festival the obvious place to stage such a race.

​Loud mouth, unsuccessful football manager and leading asshole, Joey Barton, recently referred to two female football pundits as being like ‘Fred and Rose West’. If he had referred to two Muslims in a similar manner, he would doubtless be arrested for a hate crime. So how has he got away with blatant misogyny without a knock on his door from the police?
My heart sank when it came to my attention that jockey Neil Callan, his nose obviously put out of joint by an article in the Sunday Times by David Walsh on the on the abuse and bullying Bryony Frost was subjected to by horse racing’s very own Joey Barton, Robbie Dunne, went on social media to offer his opinion that it was nothing but a storm in a teacup which no one would have heard about if the victim was male. #saywhateveryoneelseis thinking.
Well, Neil, not everyone is thinking what you were thinking!
Callan withdrew his ‘tweet’ after being rapped over the knuckles by the Professional Jockeys Association, which put out a statement that they had protocols in place that jockeys were expected to abide by and that the association did not condone bullying or abuse by its members.
To my mind, this is not enough. The Frost/Dunne case was a sad indictment on the sport and cast horse racing in dark shadows. I am steadfast in my opinion that Dunne got off with too light a sentence. He should have been banned for life to give a clear message that jockeys earn their living in the 21st century, not the 19th. Honest opinion is one thing and I would defend Callan’s right to express himself freely. But there are lines in the sand and his opinion in this matter clearly puts out the message that he believes bullying, or the right of every senior jockey to lay down the law to younger or female colleagues as they see fit, is a perfectly valid position. It casts suspicion on him that he is capable of similar behaviour. If the B.H.A. are to crackdown on jockeys who believe misogyny and abusive behaviour are acceptable in the workplace, then they must, at the very least, order Callan to appear before them to explain himself. A ban, I believe, for bringing the sport into disrepute, would not be too harsh a penalty.
Let’s be clear: David Walsh was 100% correct in his assertion that ‘Racing had a treasure in Bryony Frost – and closed ranks to bury it.’ At a time when racing journalists are asking where are the jockeys to fill Frankie Dettori’s position as its leading marketing tool, the minions of the weighing room who collectively set about to silence Bryony, stole from the sport one of racing’s best marketing assets. 
Remember Francesca Cumani’s tears after hearing Bryony eloquently describe what winning the Ryanair Chase meant to her, how ‘Frodon grabbed her hand’ to instil his faith into her? Rachel Blackmore said she didn’t know how Bryony could express herself so clearly after a race as she herself struggled to fashion more than a few words together at the end of a race. Frodon, Bryony’s after-race eulogy, followed by Paisley Park’s emotional Stayers’ Hurdle win, was part of one of racing’s most glorious hours. That is what Robbie Dunne and the silent conspiracy of the weighing room have taken from the sport.
In effect, to a large extent, Bryony sacrificed her career to speak out, not only to achieve justice and peace from a bullying and abusive colleague, but to help those following in her wake. She is not only a wonderful horsewoman; she has made her mark on the history of the sport. Bryony was the first female jockey to win a Grade 1 at the Cheltenham Festival; she remains the only female to win the King George and she has ridden the most winners in National Hunt by a female jockey. Two days after the end of the B.H.A.’s inquiry against Dunne, she won the Tingle Creek at Sandown, where the crowd displayed their obvious support for her. She is a lost asset. That she continues in her professional is a tribute to her resolve and dedication.
Owners and trainers outside of the stables of Paul Nicholls and Lucy Wadham should look beyond their bias and employ her more often than presently is happening. The sport as a whole owes her plenty.

​What element or elements make a top-class horserace? Would a 4-horse Eclipse Stakes, for instance, be considered a better horse race than a 14-horse handicap at Newcastle on a Monday evening? ‘Black type’ is meant to infer a filly or mare is higher class than a filly or mare without black type against her name in the sales catalogue. But is that a title of truth or an obfuscation of the form-book? Does a strung-out field of 4 in a Group I constitute a more thrilling race to watch than five-horses in a 14-horse field flashing across the line in unison?
Too much of the flat racing season is organised to benefit breeders, at least in my opinion. If I had any sway with those who protect the European Pattern programme, I would lobby for listed races to be converted into limited handicaps and for only a limited number of Group 3 races in any one season in any one racing jurisdiction. Group 3 and listed races are very often uncompetitive, with the winner rarely coming off the bridle. If there were only 1 Group 3 over each of the distances per season in every country, Group 3’s would become highly competitive, with large fields and increased betting turnover.
I would also argue that half the Group 2’s should be eliminated from the season with the aim of boosting both the reputation of these races and the competitive nature of them. If trainers had nowhere else to go, races like the Eclipse would never fail to have plenty of runners. To accompany the announcement of Falbrav’s death in Japan, I.T.V. showed footage of him winning the Eclipse, beating a field that on quick observation numbered at least 14. We need to get back to those numbers, which in era of diminishing numbers of horses in training will only be achieved by culling a high percentage of rival Group races or at least distancing all similar races from each other throughout the season. Personally, going off tact for a moment, I would convert the Eclipse into the final classic of the season for 3-year-olds.
I would argue the same culling process should be applied to National Hunt’s Graded races. And why Group for flat and Grade for jumpers? Personally, I believe the Betfair Chase at Haydock is a spoiler when it comes to the early season programme. It has become an either or with the King George and it takes high-class chasers away from what is now the Coral Trophy at Newbury, though in my old head it remains the Hennessey. A Grade 1 that only ever attracts 4 or 5-runners each season is a hindrance to achieving competitive racing.
Just labelling a race a Group 1 or Grade 1 does not make it either top-class or indeed even a good, exciting race to watch. Making stallions should not be the overriding emphasis of the racing program. 

An excellent interview in the Racing Post with Charlotte Jones highlighted the ‘plight’ of lower league jockeys who possess the talent to be riding at a higher level but who are overlooked by trainers outside of the stables they are attached to. The point Charlotte made is that after riding five winners in a row, a treble and a double on consecutive days, she might have expected to have become busy with rides from other trainers, especially as she was still claiming 3lbs, an allowance she is 2-winners away from losing.
She is a talented rider; I have recognised her ability in the saddle for several seasons. Her problem is, to an extent, of her own making as she rides out 6-days a week for Jimmy Moffatt, the man responsible for every one of her winners so far, I believe. Her loyalty is crucial to her success. But would it not aid her career if one morning a week she rode out for a trainer with a larger number of horses at his or her command? The mountain rarely comes to Mohammed!
It is a similar plight with, I would contend, all female jockeys, and perhaps most male jockeys still claiming an allowance. Bryony Frost owes her career to Paul Nicholls, even though Lucy Wadham is equally responsible for her winners each season. She continues to ride out at Ditcheat, even though the claiming riders attached to the yard ride for Nicholls more often than she does, even if she gets on more of the better-class horses than they do.
Lily Pinchin, though she gets more outside rides than most of the top female National Hunt riders, is reliant of Charlie Longsdon for her career. Emma Smith Chaston gains the majority of her rides from Micky Hammond, the stable she is attached to. Tabitha Worsley, an excellent jockey who never gets on a half-decent prospect, gets more rides from more trainers than any other female jockey and I would suspect rides out regularly for most of the people to give her rides. Like most of their male weighing room colleagues, they are all journeyman jockeys in search of that one top-class horse. Bryony, of course, has found more than one top-class horse and yet continues to languish at the middle sphere of the jockeys table. But that is a tale of a completely different feather!
No one, including those destined to earn their wage in the heat and danger of sporting battle, comes into the world with a contract that promises them an equal shot at glory. Any one of the jockeys I have mentioned might win on any one of the top-class horses Rachel Blackmore is fortunate to be legged-up on but through hard work and talent she has had the luck to land in the right places at the right time and to have grasped every opportunity with both hands. The cream, against what we are led to believe, does not always rise to the top.