Ben Haslam Racing | Dancer’s Diary – Week 39
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Dancer’s Diary – Week 39

Good afternoon,

15032235_10157732721465504_4975765460237901704_nThe weather has quite simply been unreal this week, resulting in our esteemed work rider Andy being blown off his horse at the top of the gallop! Nonetheless, we have soldiered on and I must thank all our staff for managing to stay so cheerful in what were not ideal conditions! The yearlings have proven themselves to me, not flinching from the cold Northern wind, so I reckon they are ‘in the fold’!

On the racecourse, Bertie (Skellig Micheal) proved well in need of his run, both physically and mentally, at Newcastle, but will come on plenty for it now he’s knocked the rust off the wheels. At Catterick, our latest recruit As And When made a perfectly adequate start to his career here: he is a big, weak frame of a horse who will appreciate a fence in time.

We were then treated to one of those agonising moments of joy and despair all mingled into one, with The Doorman (above left) running an absolute belter in the 3 mile hurdle. Held up by Richie, he was the winner from two furlongs out, cruising along nicely to the front. Unfortunately, he is not a speed horse and he agonizingimg_0869ly got run down by two fast finishing rivals in the last 20 yards to be just denied. Whilst it is gut wrenching to lose out this way, it is wonderful to see a horse who had lost his way a bit coming to hand so nicely, and I am sure we will have plenty to cheer about in the summer months with him.

Away from the course, I decided it was time to teach the awkward and recalcitrant Mr Mole a lesson, and took him out for a day’s hunting with the Bedale (right), something I actually hadn’t done before either. Much to everyone’s shock and suprise, and my own embarrassment, he turned out much better at it than me (hard to admit, but I can’t be the best at everything I suppose!), and Alice came home with a grin as wide as her face. With any luck, this might just be the excitement he needs to recapture even just a little bit of that old sparkle – though he was a little insulted when someone remarked what a lovely point to pointer he looked! I quite like this picture of us as well, mainly because I look nearly as tall as Mole – it might be a flattering angle but noone knows that!

Until next time,