We just go to Kelso these days because we can take the dog, it’s a nice drive and we sit at a picnic bench by the last fence with one of the paramedics who we made friends with a few years ago ( can’t walk far with my dodgy knee).So many memories at Cheltenham of racing chums that are no longer with us. But, when I am there I feel as if they’re there too, just as I can feel the presence of all of the great horses that have ran there. Glad I got to meet your dad and Deaf Jon. It was a good day!
