When officials in the Japanese city of Hirosaki decided that a castle keep needed moving, they appealed to the public for help – not to provide funds for taking it down and rebuilding it, but to pull it along using ropes…
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Horseracing might be the only sport in in the World where achieving the standard is a lot harder than getting to the Olympics…
Continue reading →The Border Post Holiday
The Border Post is on tour – back next week…
Continue reading →Organised Chaos
What is a racecourse if not an enormous garden? Clipped hedges, wildlife margins, a sprinkling of manicured flowers and a neatly cropped lawn that happens to double as a track…
Continue reading →Daylight Robbery
At school we were taught that one way to observe an eclipse is to use a colander, although they told us to be careful not to strain our eyes… I remember asking my Dad if he could tell me what a solar eclipse was. He replied: “No Son.”
I have more jokes about the forthcoming eclipse, but I can’t use them all here because they get a bit dark…
Continue reading →AI Luddite
Languishing in the comfortable slippers of yesteryear, I’m proud of my laggard status. I’ve never knowingly been described as an early-adopter, except perhaps in the world of starchy snacks…
Continue reading →If I Were Andy
Firmly located in the southern half of Britain (about two-and-a-half hours drive from the middle of the United Kingdom which is somewhere closer to Hexham Racecourse), Andy’s quick-getaway-office should be known as No.10 Midlands…
Continue reading →One Hundred Years Young
Decades passed when no new racecourses opened in Britain, and then just like London buses, three came along together: Fontwell Park in 1924, Hamilton Park in 1926 and Taunton in 1927.
Continue reading →Fearless Laddie
Two hundred horses process through the town accompanied by cheering crowds. At the head of the cavalcade is a young man bedecked with a huge blue and white rosette, and a sash bearing the town’s crest, the words on which read “Dae Richt, Fear Nocht”…
Continue reading →The Rest Nowhere
Twelve years before the establishment of the United States of America a chestnut foal, with a narrow blaze and long white stocking on his off-hind leg, entered the world at East Ilsley in Berkshire.
Foaled in dim light as the moon passed directly between the Sun and the Earth, he was named Eclipse and he became one of the most influential horses in history…
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