So the holiday comes to an end and we have returned to the land of the ankle biters. Our last expedition in Barbados took us to the race course at Garrison Savannah after which was named a Cheltenham Gold Cup winner. That was strange as we saw Shirley Heights in Antigua. That was the name of the 1978 Derby winner too.
There were seven races and we managed a third at best. Apparently the owner of the local corner shop gave out three winners but we were too late to talk to him so missed the opportunity to win a few dollars.
The big meeting is 5th March when they have their own Gold Cup. The trophy is flown in first class by British Airways apparently. I suspect the Sandy Lane Irish boys will be there.
Whether they will be at Twickenham on Saturday I don't know, but I am off there tomorrow, then over to Jersey for the funeral of El Tel. As sad an occasion as it will be, it will be a chance to catch up with a few of the City crew over a glass or two of red, as stories and yarns are exchanged. Quite a mixed emotional weekend.
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