Out of the rain came the sun. And his name was Silent Poet. He was dismissed by punters in the $395,500 Highlander Stakes, run in the shadow of the Queen’s Plate. The Highlander was the next race. The aftermath. The anti-climax race. People were starting to fold up the lawn chairs. Except that Silent Poet would have none of that. With a swish of his black tail, … [Read more...] about An Ode to Silent Poet
Silent Poet
Steaming at Woodbine
It's July and it's time for the 2-year-olds to surface. And the older horses start making their mark, race by race. Here are a few of my favourite things on a summer Sunday: … [Read more...] about Steaming at Woodbine