Summary
ANYTHING is possible at this time of year. You sense the suppressed excitement immediately as you arrive at Newmarket this week. It's infectious.
You leave London, still grey and bare, via the M11's iron ribbon and press on past Cambridge to the elegant, treelined roads of Six Mile Bottom (smirking, despite yourself).See the full content of this document
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Newmarket's Dreamy Days
The vitality of your destination hits you every time. This secretive town of training yards, crouched in unexpected back- street folds or behind forbidding gates, has been spilling out its hopes and dreams into broad daylight fro...
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