The plane from Bristol to Dublin was packed this morning, many of the passengers were racing people,...

There’s something bracing about a 3.30am alarm, but when it’s to get you up for a flying visit to Fa...

Day two started with another cosy journey on the Luas, it was packed with racing fans, some it has t...

Buzzing! That was just on the plane from Bristol, there were familiar faces and plenty I didn’t know...

After yesterday’s miracle winning on a day where six jollies obliged, members of the firm that could...

What a difference a day makes. Glorious winter sunshine greeted me as I arrived at Leopardstown for ...

The day didn’t start well, no, it wasn’t the 4am alarm or the delayed and ultimately hairy flight bu...

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Day five, how did it go so fast, 32 races down and 8 to go. Yesterday was the first losing day of th...

Day four and I found myself at the sharp end on the rails pitch where they take bets from both sides...