well…sort of….i mentioned that my brother used to play rugby. I used to be a horse rider/competitor and teacher at one stage in my life. So i'm sure big bro spent a lot of time standing around watching me compete so we are equal. His rugby and football for my horses. quitsee's. 🙂
Anyway the reason im saying that is because last saturday we visited Aintree Racecourse which is were the Grand National is run for those of you that dont know.
I was never going to be a jockey..not the right…er…build…and i was never really interested in horse racing either. Sometimes more about the betting than the horses i guess. But i did like to ride a horse called Jacob from a yard i worked in about a million years ago who was an ex racehorse. My. word. that horse could move. He had an extra gear, it was incredible.
Anyway we didnt go to watch the horses…'cos there weren't any there…we went to an emigrate expo and the kids did well for a while but then we went off to explore…
This jump is called 'the chair' and its hard to tell but i could have lay down in that gap. Head to foot from one side to the other…national jockeys are nutters…
The kids weren't really interested in seeing the jumps..i wanted to find canal turn..so we had some fun on those h-u-g-e stands…
