Race day.

10°C, light S, dry & bright.

Saddle.

A fun circuit round a familiar 23 mile route. 

Today is The Grand  National where thousands get dressed up to go and watch live horse whipping. The winning horse ended the day in tragedy. And as if I didn’t hate horse racing enough, this happened…

Through the last village I looked across to see a woman dressed up as if to go to a wedding. But she was on all fours with her head down looking between her hands. And there between her hands was a puddle of yellow vomit.

I felt disgusted by that sight and that these people support a sport that is usually associated with animal cruelty.