#Newmarket Race Course

[clove-pinks]

Not to be Ohh Mister Waffles at 2 in the morning, but I am not over Mr. Waffles, from the 1852 novel Mr. Sponge's Sporting Tour by Robert Smith Surtees.

Mr. Waffles was a "pretty man." Tall, slim, and slight, with long curly light hair, pink and white complexion, visionary whiskers, and a tendency to moustache that could best be seen sideways. He had light blue eyes; while his features generally were good, but expressive of little beyond great good-humour. In dress, he was both smart and various; indeed, we feel a difficulty in fixing him in any particular costume, so frequent and opposite were his changes. He had coats of every cut and colour. Sometimes he was the racing man with a bright-button'd Newmarket brown cut-away, and white-cord trousers, with drab cloth-boots; anon, he would be the officer, and shine forth in a fancy forage cap, cocked jauntily over a profusion of well-waxed curls, a richly braided surtout, with military over-alls strapped down over highly varnished boots, whose hypocritical heels would sport a pair of large rowelled, long-necked, ringing, brass spurs. Sometimes he was a Jack tar, with a little glazed hat, a once-round tye, a checked shirt, a blue jacket, roomy trousers, and broad-stringed pumps; and, before the admiring ladies had well digested him in that dress, he would be seen cantering away on a long-tailed white barb, in a pea-green duck-hunter, with cream-coloured leather and rose-tinted tops.

[...] He had always been a most important personage among the ladies, but as the men couldn't marry him, those who didn't want to borrow money of him, of course, ran him down. It used to be, "Look at that dandified ass, Waffles, I declare the sight of him makes me sick;" or, "What a barber's apprentice that fellow is, with his ringlets all smeared with Macassar."

HELLO????

And of course he's illustrated by John Leech!!

I have never read R.S. Surtees other than skimming him, but Phillis and Cecil Cunnington used him a lot as a source on clothing and fashion for Handbook of English Costume in the 19th Century.

[stephensmithuk]

Shoscombe Old Place

The final Holmes story published by Arthur Conan Doyle in 1927, this forms part of Case-Book. Doyle would write a number of other works, including two Professor Challenger stories, before his death in July 1930.

This was originally trailed as "The Adventure of the Black Spaniel".

Newmarket Heath is the sight of Newmarket Racecourse, one of the most prominent horse racing venues in the UK. Therefore, this was a rather public horsewhipping. I am pretty sure that the Jockey Club, which regulated the sport until 2006, would have a thing or two to say about actual bodily harm.

The Grand National takes place at Aintree every year and is the most famous steeplechase race in Europe; even those don't normally bet will take part, either directly or via a sweepstake.

The race has become controversial due to many horses being fatally injured when falling, frequently at the steep drop of Becher's Brook, and then euthanised over the years; various changes have been made to try to make things safer. There have been five horse deaths since the 2012 changes from 595 runners; you are fully entitled to think five is five too many. 2023 saw Animal Rising protestors attempt to stop the race and cause a delay; Hill Sixteen ended up dying, with his trainer blaming the protestors for spooking the horses.

"The Derby" refers to the Epsom Derby, held every year on the first Saturday of June. It is the flat race with the highest prize in British horse racing, with a first prize of £885,781.84 in 2023, when Ryan Moore won it riding Auguste Rodin.

"The Jews" refers to moneylenders, the stereotypical profession that Jewish people practiced. Most Jews by 1902 did not of course.

"Halt-on-demand" stations are those where passengers have to request the train stops there either via informing the guard in advance if getting off, or by other methods if getting on, like holding your arm out for a bus, although electronic methods are in increasing use. Great Britain has around 135 of them.

Historically fishing was a major source of food for poorer rural families. From 1865, you needed a licence for salmon and trout fishing, although not for other fish. The rod licence's provisions were expanded over time to prevent overfishing and you now need a licence, as well as permission of the property owner, for most fishing in England and Wales. Not in most of Scotland and Northern Ireland though. There will also be restrictions on what you can keep (which has caused issues with foreign anglers who generally don't operate on the 'put it back' principle) and the whole angling business is now pretty heavily regulated. Fish without a licence and you can be on the hook for a fine of up to £2,500.

It is a legal requirement to register a death within five days in England and Wales. There is also a separate offence of preventing a lawful and decent burial, which has a maximum penalty of life imprisonment, but it is fairly rare for someone to be charged with it unless as part of a homicide case.

[mariana-oconnor]

Shoscombe Old Place full

First of all, in my head this story is either called Shoscombe Old Spot*, and is about pigs, or Is a repeat of the Boscombe Valley Mystery. I cannot call it the right name to save my life.

This is all I am going to see for every character in this story. I apologise in advance.

*There is a type of pig called a Gloucester Old Spot.

Sherlock Holmes had been bending for a long time over a low-power microscope. Now he straightened himself up and looked round at me in triumph.

"Since I ran down that coiner by the zinc and copper filings in the seam of his cuff they have begun to realize the importance of the microscope.”

And 100 years later it would be used in flashy, edited montages of pretty forensic scientists also identifying glue and threads from a tweed coat.

"Watson, you know something of racing?” “I ought to. I pay for it with about half my wound pension.”

Did Mary die, or did she throw him out for his gambling addiction and they both agreed to pretend the other was dead because it's Victorian Britain?

“It was when he horsewhipped Sam Brewer, the well-known Curzon Street money-lender, on Newmarket Heath. He nearly killed the man.” “Ah, he sounds interesting! Does he often indulge in that way?”

I would call that neither interesting, nor indulging, but you do you, I guess.

Sir Robert Norberton. Sounds like a great guy.

"He should have been a buck in the days of the Regency—a boxer, an athlete, a plunger on the turf, a lover of fair ladies, and, by all account, so far down Queer Street that he may never find his way back again.”

That took a distinct turn for the unexpected at the end there. Quite the euphemism there. Apparently it just means he has money problems (presumably because of being a horrible person and a gambler) but the joys of linguistic evolution strike again.

Is he... far down Queer Street, or has he just gone a few steps?

“There are the Shoscombe spaniels,” said I. “You hear of them at every dog show. The most exclusive breed in England. They are the special pride of the lady of Shoscombe Old Place.”

The spaniels are now also pigs in my brain. Everything is pigs. It's actually a long con that Lady Beatrice has been pulling for years. 'Most exclusive breed' = they're actually pigs in disguise.

...the firm, austere expression which is only seen upon those who have to control horses or boys.

This absolutely made me laugh. Excellent description.

“First of all, Mr. Holmes, I think that my employer, Sir Robert, has gone mad.”

Really? How could you tell? He seems like such a level-headed and calm person with absolutely no emotional issues whatsoever.

No really, how could you tell?

“Well, sir, when a man does one queer thing, or two queer things, there may be a meaning to it, but when everything he does is queer, then you begin to wonder."

😐😐😐

They did say he was pretty far down Queer Street, my dude. That's probably what the issue is.

This story is already one of the most unintentionally hilarious we've read. I hope it doesn't end with the deaths of horses or children. Or some woman marrying the abusive arsehole. That would ruin the joy.

And ah, we have reached the casual antisemitism. Because of course we have. Money lenders were mentioned, clearly there was going to be some.

"Then there is his conduct to Lady Beatrice!” “Ah! What is that?” “They have always been the best of friends. They had the same tastes, the two of them"

Does she also enjoy whipping people almost to death? Family dinners must be a riot!

“And a bitter, savage, spiteful quarrel at that. Why else would he give away her pet spaniel that she loved as if he were her child?"

"But then, again, what is master doing down at the old church crypt at night? And who is the man that meets him there?”

...I mean... Do we really want to get into that?

There's a haunted crypt? Excellent. Ghost pigs abound.

"So we up when Sir Robert was gone and pretended we were just having a walk like in the moonlight..."

Just a casual moonlit bro walk at midnight in the hook-up graveyard. Like bros.

What even is this story? I don't need to provide commentary, it's all in the text (apart from the pigs).

‘Hullo, mate! who may you be?’ says I. I guess he had not heard us coming, so he looked over his shoulder with a face as if he had seen the devil coming out of hell.

You were in the haunted graveyard. He thought you were a fucking ghost my friend. And if he didn't, he should have done and I will be very annoyed.

"From Dr. Watson's description of Sir Robert I can realize that no woman is safe from him."

Or man. Or non-binary person.

“No, sir, and there is something more that I can't fit in. Why should Sir Robert want to dig up a dead body?”

I feel... like you could have opened with the grave robbery? Maybe. Could be important. Seems relevant, if not to the case as a whole then just to... general interest, honestly.

If he dug up a grave at the haunted hook-up graveyard on Queer Street, man's going to be haunted by all the queerest ghosts. It's going to be Queer Eye for a Live Guy all over that place. Though I suspect Sr Robert is beyond their undead assistance.

"It was all in order, sir, except that in one corner was a bit of a human body.”

A bit... Which bit?

"It was just the head and a few bones of a mummy. It may have been a thousand years old."

Oh wow, is this the thing where people ate mummies for their health or something? There was a massive fad where people were just like 'I guess eating this person who is dead will stop me from dying, that makes logical sense and isn't disgusting at all' nom nom nom. Please tell me one of these people is a cannibal. Not like cannibalism yay, obviously, but that's pretty much the last thing this story needs to become completely epic.

"The creature was howling outside the old well-house, and Sir Robert was in one of his tantrums that morning. He caught it up, and I thought he would have killed it. Then he gave it to Sandy Bain, the jockey, and told him to take the dog to old Barnes at the Green Dragon, for he never wished to see it again.”

Ways in which Sir Robert Norberton is better than Sir Eustace of The Abbey Grange fame: instead of covering the dog in petrol and setting it on fire, Sir Robert just sent it away. The bar is so incredibly low for Holmesian villains.

Also, there was something in the old well-house. Probably a horse. Dog was giving it away so dog had to go.

But he didn't kill the dog. So proud. He can whip men half to death, but he draws the line at hurting dogs, apparently.

“It's the upper condyle of a human femur,” said I.

Hey. Look! Watson did a doctor thing! And it wasn't brandy.

And now they're going undercover.

Part 2

"...refuses to stop at the stables to greet her favourite horse..."

This makes me feel like it's not her favourite horse. We've already been told the horse has a doppelganger. Did the real horse die and now he's got a problem because all his money is on the horse winning the race, but he's only got the rubbish one? Or was there only ever one horse in the first place and it's rubbish? But the bone is a human femur, or so Watson says.

"Let us suppose, Watson—it is merely a scandalous supposition, a hypothesis put forward for argument's sake—that Sir Robert has done away with his sister.”

Did not see that coming. I think I missed that no one at all had seen her other than the maid. I guess it makes sense because if she dies, the estate goes to someone else and then he has no money at all. I have been distracted by horses.

Though the fact that Holmes is saying this implies to me that it's not the case. On the other hand, this is only a two parter, so there can't be that much more plot to go.

“My dear Holmes, it is out of the question.” “Very possibly, Watson. Sir Robert is a man of an honourable stock."

There is so much wrong with this exchange, I don't know where to start.

"Never mind me. I shall stand behind this holly-bush and see what I can see.”

By which you mean whether the 'spaniel' wants to go to its mistress.

Aw, he's such a good boy.

Then they stop in the suspected murder investigation to have a fishing day. That's the thing about the Holmes stories. ACD isn't afraid to say 'and there was nothing that could be done right then so we just had a jolly day out'. Crime fighting is such a leisurely business.

“‘Fore God, Mr. Holmes, it's all right,” said he. “Appearances are against me, I'll admit, but I could act no otherwise.”

A surprisingly reasonable response here from the man that we have been repeatedly told by multiple people likes to punch first and ask questions never.

"Mrs. Norlett, under her maiden name of Evans, has for some years been my sister's confidential maid."

The maid is married!? and her husband's a character?! That Sir Robert knows?! Plot twist!

So she died of natural causes. That's kind of nice. If it wasn't for all the antisemitism, this one would be pretty good.

Except for how the violent gambling addict magically makes good in the end and turns out not to be so bad after all. Though I suppose I should be happy he turned his life around. Maybe a little anticlimactic, but it's a good twist that I didn't see coming because I was too busy thinking of horses.

And pigs.

[ctimenefic]

Veryyy intrigued about the Regency AU, can't imagine the stress Alex is in with four sisters and a brother. Is any of his sisters married?? Does he have money for the dowry?? Will George marry him???

Oh nonny, how well you predict his predicament! Four unmarried younger sisters! A nightmare! So many settlements to provide! So many unsuitable suitors! And Alex left to fend for himself without even a scrap of self-knowledge to get him through.

It would indeed be very convenient if George could marry him, but I've gone for the gender/sexual mores of the period so I can really amp up the yearning. (but intriguingly, the Napoleonic Code had little to say about homosexuality. And even more intriguingly, Monaco was, at points, part of Napoleon's Empire...)

Tiny extra snippet along those lines below

The Craven Stakes brings Alex’s favourite set of miscreants to Newmarket. It’s a race meet for racing folks - the general punters will make it for 2,000 Guineas, but the Stakes are for dedicated sportsmen and gamblers alike. 

He’s settled the horses in the course’s stables with Daniel in charge and left to walk the turf. It springs underfoot - the morning dew is thick, but provided there’s no rain overnight, the damp should burn off before racing starts. It’s only at the dip of the first turn that the grass looks worryingly swampy. He’ll have to let Scott know to take an outside line if he can. 

“You know, I think you’ve finally got a horse worth painting there, Alexander!” Alex turns, smiling, straight into the arms of Lando Norris for a bracing hug. “How have I not been contacted for a commission, hmm?”

“You’ve already had two winners this season, do you really need to pick my pocket as well?”

Lando scoffs. “Oh, Flo manages the horses. I’ve rededicated myself to art.”

Alex tries very hard not to let his scepticism show on his face. It’s hardly the first time he’s heard the sentiment. A dedicated artist might, if he had to guess, take on a dozen commissions in a season and attend precisely zero balls. Lando Norris would do the opposite. 

“Come on, I’ll do it cheaply if you promise not to hang it alongside that dreadful Stubbs I heard Russell had bought you. Where is your shadow, anyway?”

“It’s a lovely Stubbs,” Alex says hotly.

“I heard an early piece, before he figured out,” Lando gestures vaguely with both hands, “the middle part. You know, the horses all look half-starved and like they’ve left their hind quarters behind. But that’s Russell for you. Trust him to tour half of Europe, see all the Old Masters, and come back with something by an Englishman. Is he about?”

“He’s coming up with Mama and the girls. 

“I’m surprised he didn’t stay in Europe a little longer, after all that gadding about. I’d have thought he’d find the Napoleonic Code a little kinder than our Bloody one.” At Alex’s blank look, he sighs. “Don’t be thick, Albon. I can’t remember if we’re calling it the Greek sin or the French one - I know they call it the English vice, which is bloody rich - but men like George. Men like Charles.” 

Alex can feel cold sweat springing up at the line of his collar, but Lando is still talking. “France is more inclined to let them live as they will, privately enough. I suppose there’s no guarantee of that continuing now they’ve shipped the little emperor off to some distant atoll, but still. I’d’ve been in no mood to rush my return, were I of that persuasion.”

“Keep your voice down,” Alex hisses. Lando gives him a curious look. 

“I’m not being offensive, Alex. I’m sure he can’t help it. Besides, it must be dashed pleasant to leave a gentleman in the company of your younger sisters and not have to fear an engagement may result. How the devil are your sisters, in fact?”

“Perfectly indifferent to your attention, as always. But I mean it, Lando, I won’t have you putting George at risk-”

“Oh pish, I’m not about to dob him in. I’m much more concerned by his crimes against artistic merit anyhow.”

[grandmaster-anne]

In the fast lane

Horse & Hound | Published 13 August 2020

IT is not just the eventing world that has profited from Princess Anne’s gallantry in the saddle. When she agreed to take part in a charity race in 1985 at Epsom over the Derby course, she never imagined it would be the first of almost 100 rides on the Flat and over fences.

It was the late National Hunt trainer David “the Duke” Nicholson and his wife Dinah who gave the Princess her early training as a jockey when she began riding out at their Gloucestershire yard. And when it was suggested that she might like to ride on the Flat, she was put in touch with former Newmarket trainer Gavin Pritchard-Gordon.

“She was brilliant with the staff,” remembers Gavin. “The first day she rode out, she wanted to know everybody’s name and I probably had 18 lads then. The next time, she knew half of their names already. She was very fit and obviously an extremely good horseman, but she realised she had a lot to learn about jockeyship. It was something she achieved very well; she was cool-headed, always in the right place, rode to instruction and was a good judge of pace.”

In 1986 the Princess had her first winner on the Flat, riding Gulfland (pictured), who was trained by Gavin.

“With the greatest respect to Redcar, it was probably one of the biggest crowds they’d ever had,” he laughs. “It was a big occasion that the Princess Royal was coming to ride there and my travelling head lad and I were very nervous – it was quite a responsibility to be putting a saddle on a horse to be ridden by the Princess Royal which I knew had a chance.” 

[muskokafarm]

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[raincitygirl76]

I was thinking of possible career paths for Sara after Hillerska, and I could totally see her as an equine veterinarian. Then she could get paid to be around horses all day long. I’m not sure how long veterinary school takes in Sweden. I presume in order to specialize as an equine veterinarian, you’d need to do a postgraduate followship working in an equine-centred veterinary practice.

So it would be a number of years before she was qualified, but it would be her dream job, I suspect. And we know Sara’s smart and a high achiever. That’s how she got into Hillerska. She totally has the drive to become not only a veterinarian, but a specialist.

I was talking to my colleague J. recently about her and her family’s trip to the UK this summer. They stayed a few days with her first cousin, who is a specialist equine veterinarian just outside of Newmarket. Newmarket being the centre of British horse racing. I’m sure there’s a similar town in Sweden.

Racehorses are very expensive toys for very rich, very bored people. Owners will spend a lot of money on veterinary care for their investment. And the trainers (since the owners don’t actually train the horses themselves, they farm them out to professional trainers) are more than happy to get the equine vet out, and pass on the bill to the owner. They need to make sure the owner’s investment doesn’t lose its value.

J.‘s cousin also helps out when he can with a horse sanctuary near Newmarket. Because people who are into owning or training horses as a business often don’t give a fuck about what happens to a horse that’s too old or too injured to compete any longer. I don’t think he gives the sanctuary his work strictly pro bono. They have to pay for the medicine and other supplies, but he doesn’t bill them for his labour.

Apparently when J. and her family were visiting this summer, her cousin said the people who run the sanctuary are a nice change of pace from trainers and multimillionaire owners. The staff and volunteers at the sanctuary are all horse lovers who are trying to make the final years of broken-down horses peaceful and happy. They’re not in it for glory or money, because the horses who end up with them can’t compete.

And yeah, I’m sure there are good racehorse trainers who aren’t just in it for the money, who love horses and want to make working with horses their career. But it sounded like from what J. said like there are some less noble trainers as well. And apparently her cousin has never met a race horse owner he didn’t take an instant dislike to.

But equine veterinarians make excellent money, charging whatever the market will bear to ensure some Saudi prince has fun with his new toy racehorse. And of course, the trainers don’t mind calling out the vet at the slightest hint of ill-health or injury, because the owners are paying the bills.

So the racehorse owners and trainers are inadvertently subsidizing J’’s cousin’s work with the horse sanctuary. Because if he wasn’t charging them through the nose, he couldn’t afford the pro bono work with the sanctuary.

I could totally see Sara Eriksson as a specialist looking after the veterinary needs of racehorses or show jumping horses, and charging the owners and trainers vast amounts for her formidable professional expertise. Then spending lots of time pro bono at a horse sanctuary. Because she doesn’t love winning, she just loves horses.

[best2daynews]

Camilla pulls out of Newmarket visit as weather disrupts travel plans - best today news

A Palace spokesman said: “Her Majesty’s engagements at Newmarket later today have had to be postponed due to the weather impacting on transport arrangements. “Her Majesty is of course very sorry not to be able to attend and will hope to find another date to visit in due course.” Camilla was due to visit the British Racing School to mark its 40th anniversary and later unveil a painting at the…

[news24fr]

Danny Brock, un jockey sur le plat de 2009 à 2021, fera face à une interdiction importante du sport après que le comité disciplinaire indépendant de la British Horseracing Authority a décidé mardi qu'il avait délibérément arrêté trois chevaux dans le cadre d'un complot visant à tirer profit des paris sur leur les courses.L'affaire de la BHA contre Brock et cinq autres personnes, dont Sean McBride, le fils et assistant de l'entraîneur de Newmarket Philip "Charlie" McBride, concernait trois courses sur des pistes toutes saisons entre décembre 2018 et mars 2019.Talking Horses: la richesse américaine pourrait s'avérer bien trop tentante pour les jockeys britanniquesLire la suiteDans deux des courses, Brock a été battu à bord de Mochalov après qu'une série de paris laïcs à quatre chiffres ont été placés contre le cheval sur l'échange Betfair, tandis que dans l'autre, une course à deux chevaux à Southwell le 7 mars 2019, Brock a été battu sur Samovar après un soutien important à son seul adversaire, Tricky Dicky.Brock a mis du temps à retirer une cagoule de Samovar lorsque les stalles se sont ouvertes et que le cheval a ensuite viré brusquement à gauche pendant plusieurs foulées, à ce moment-là, le panel a décidé, "il était à une douzaine de longueurs ou plus à la dérive et la course était perdue". Sa déclaration a ajouté: "M. Brock n'a fait aucun effort sérieux par la suite jusqu'à donner à Samovar une légère poussée à un mètre de chez lui."Le panel a découvert qu'Eugene Maloney, une connaissance de McBride, avait déposé 6 000 £ auprès de Betfair le matin de la course de Samovar, son plus gros dépôt jamais réalisé, et avait tout misé sur Tricky Dicky. Andrew Perring, une connaissance de Brock et Maloney, a misé 2 248 £ sur le même cheval, tandis que Luke Howells, qui a également été reconnu coupable d'avoir enfreint les règles anti-corruption, a placé un pari de 2 200 £ et McBride a déposé 7 200 £ – à "une époque où sa mise arrière moyenne était de 209 £" - et a misé presque tout contre Samovar.Exceptionnellement, le panel chargé de l'affaire a également examiné un certain nombre d'autres courses dans lesquelles Brock participait, comme preuve corroborante concernant les habitudes de paris des personnes soupçonnées de tirer profit de ses activités.Celles-ci comprenaient une course à Chelmsford City le 19 septembre 2019 dans laquelle Brock était à bord de la pouliche Resurrected, après avoir été soutenue par de longues cotes pour commencer à 10-1. Il a ensuite été découvert que Brock avait utilisé un fouet "modifié" dans la course, avec un élastique enroulé autour de sa pointe, et interdit pendant sept jours par la BHA après que Resurrected eut été blessé en conséquence."Il [Brock]", a déclaré le panel dans ses conclusions," a de la chance qu'aucun des détails sur la race qui a été examiné dans cette enquête n'ait été présenté au panel lors de cette course précédente.

[onemanandhismustang-com-blog]

There is an English proverb which is “Horses  for courses” which basically means different people are suited to different things. I liked the idea of the heading as this car show was held at Newmarket Race Course. I’m certainly not a horse racing fan, but I do have a lot in common with ponies and horses, the original Ford Pony cars and how many horses I can unleash under the hood that is. Anyway, I have had a little surf of the net and found some history of the Newmarket Race Course:

Racing in Newmarket was recorded in the time of James I. Charles II was known to attend races on Newmarket Heath with his brother, the future James II. The first recorded race was a match for £100 between horses owned by Lord Salisbury and Marquess of Buckingham in 1622. The racecourse itself was founded in 1636. Around 1665, Charles inaugurated the Newmarket Town Plate and in 1671 became the first and only reigning monarch to ride a winner.  Up until 1744, the two most valuable races run at the course were the King’s Plate and the Town Plate. Two more Plate races were added in that year, paid for by local traders, both worth 50 guineas (a coin of approximately one quarter ounce of gold that was minted in Great Britain between 1663 and 1814, worth around £1.05p in modern money). The name came from the Guinea region in West Africa, where much of the gold used to make the coins originated- one was a race for five-year-olds carrying 9 stone, one was an open age race in four mile heats. Another paid for by landowners was a four-year-old race over four miles, each carrying 8 stone 7 lbs. At that time, formal races at Newmarket only took place twice a year – once in April, once in October. Since then many, many more big race meets have been added to the calendar making it Britain’s premier race venue.

Newmarket is hugely influenced by the horse racing set, and all the money and trappings that go with it. Some beautiful houses around the town which are some of the most expensive I have seen in the country side with the land that comes with them. Also without a doubt the horses are looked after properly at the race course with rubberised walk ways where the horses walk, the place is spotlessly clean. There is a huge betting presence there to take your hard earned cash from you with plenty of viewing areas, but not as many as thought there would be.

When I was at Elveden Car Show a few weeks ago, I was handed a flier for this event with a lot of hype for new cars, classic cars, children’s entertainment and stalls. This was the second year for the event and was going to be bigger and better than the previous year. I found out that only a handful of classic cars attended last year.

On arrival I was directed in and told to follow the path round to the main display area. Being greeted by another staff member who decided that I was heavy so I wasn’t allowed on the grass, so I was told to park out the front of the main building just on the corner.

After parking up and cleaning the dust of the car after the drive to Newmarket I had a look around the other cars. There wasn’t a lot to look at all, there was however a lot of new cars from sales rooms around the area selling their stock of brand new and used cars. I believe this was the main purpose of the event and the classic were asked to attend in order to get people into the place and provide some other interest.

And there was a very well dressed older gentleman who was the ‘car expert’ there. He said this was the first AC Cobra made and was worth millions.

He was partly correct as the Original AC (chassis number CSX2000) is indeed is worth tens of millions, it was also in left hand drive and it’s certainly not left unguarded at a Newmarket Race Course. However the pretty lady immaculately dressed and dripping with some expensive jewellery, who was about a quarter of his age I reckon, looked (almost) impressed at his knowledge!

The other side of the main building was where the car dealers from all makes who were selling cars at discounted prices and where the majority of the people were to be honest.

Even a few great looking motorbikes were for sale along with a few couple of classics.

There was one car (I think it was a car) that caught my eye from Renault. I did try and get in the ‘car’ but I failed (very) miserably I might add. I got shoes bigger than this car in fact.

There were a few Mustangs there all be it this first one was a statue and not a Mustang from what I could work out from my very limited horse knowledge.

Almost opposite me was me was an Aston Martin race car that previously one its race the week before. a 740bhp ‘detuned’ to 600bhp to allow it to race.

The entertainment was a generous term unless you wanted to eat burgers, have a go on the racing simulator or play the electronic driving range for the golfers out there. Neither of which were exactly busy should we say.

  The only stalls was a home made sweet stall, a bloke selling a couple of old workshop manuals and the plod with a Porsche GT4 they use. Now I know where my tax paying money goes, not on the maintenance of the roads, oh no. It’s being spent out for these jobsworths so they can sit in flash cars and eat donuts all day! They just wait on slip roads waiting for a motorist doing a couple of miles over the speed limit instead of catching murders, grooming gangs, knife crime and rapists in third world capital city now called ‘Londonistan’! Rant over. Before you say it; no I’m not jealous – I am not a Porsche fan and never have been. Great cars obviously, but they just don’t do anything for me.

As the day wore slowly on after running out of things to look, I wasn’t feeling to well and just sat in my chair, in the shade and reading a free newspaper I was given on my little walk around. I even asked an official if I could leave early as I wasn’t feeling great, but health and safety guidelines said no, I had to stay until 4.30pm. I thought it was just the sun, but it turned into something a bit more for the next couple of days. But to add to my woes the general consensus of the day was they public could sit in the cars of the dealers. The public thought that this applied to the classic cars as well, I had to stop kids pulling on the handles and I made a point of telling one bloke who opened my drivers door before I even locked it, I was getting my chair out the trunk at the time. He had taken of his back pack, dumped it on the floor and was about to get in my car. I told him to pay some respect and to ‘ruck right off’ should we say, those that know me will know exactly what I said. He just didn’t like the idea of me stopping him. One thing was for sure, when it comes to my car, there was no way he was getting in it. His girlfriend did come over to apologise after he walked away. I was not amused and never moved from my perch watching the car at all times when somebody got near it.

On the plus side, have you noticed that I didn’t mention the rain? Well it didn’t rain and the sun was out all day, at long last my rain jinx had been broken. 😀

As there wasn’t a lot to take photos of I tried a few different ideas for a few shots. Where I had parked the car it was a little slope, so if the car looks as though it leaning to one side, it was.

Newmarket Race Course was a lovely place to be, but I doubt I will go back there again. Such a shame, it could have been so much more, it wasn’t as though they didn’t have the room either. I think this last pic sums it up for me. The day had its ups and downs.

Horses for Courses There is an English proverb which is "Horses  for courses" which basically means different people are suited to different things.

[sometimes-men-need-help-too]

FALL FROM GRACE Inside life of ‘glamorous heiress’ Savannah Daisley, 45, charged with unlawful sex with teen

Savannah Daisley, 45, was criminally charged for having unlawful sex with a 14-year-old boy, striking a contrast with her jet-setting life as an Australian socialite.

The heiress was living a “life of luxury” up until her June 27 arrest on multiple charges of aggravated sexual assualt of a minor.

She is currently shacking up in a notorious Australian prison, but before that Daisley lived in a $6million home in Sydney Harbor.

Daisley is the daughter of a successful horse breeder, while she worked in the wellness sector.

The woman had a “thriving social media presence” with 40,000 people following her on Instagram, according to Australian media outlet news.com.au.

Her work in the wellness sector reportedly followed a long history of health problems for the socialite.

Daisley's website provides a window into her previous, less healthy lifestyle.

“After having a childhood wrought with junk food (toxic food), to becoming the resident mojito (cocktail with mint, lime and sugar in it) girl in my 20s, I manifested some pretty tough imbalances in my body over the years," the site says.

Her father is Ross Daisley, a famous breeder of thoroughbred racehorse Choisir, which became an international champion after winning at the prestigious Royal Ascot and Newmarket races in 2003.

The entrepreneur allegedly had unlawful sexual intercourse four times over the course of one 24-hour-period with the 14-year-old victim, the Australian media outlet news.com.au reported.

Authorities allege that she was “highly intoxicated” when the alleged crimes occurred.

According to the Australian media outlet, recent court filings reveal how authorities gathered evidence.

“Police allege a legal phone tap recorded the entrepreneur talking about kissing the alleged victim,” news.com.au reported.

The incident against the 14-year-old occurred in May of 2021.

Daisley is currently being held in one of Australia's most notorious jails until an August court date after being denied bail.

Daisley has been sent to the Silverwood Women's Correctional Centre, home to some of Australia's most infamous female offenders.

They include Jessica Camilleri, who beheaded her mum, serial child killer Kathleen Folbigg, Sharyn Ward, who slowly murdered her nine-year-old through starvation, and terrorist plotter Alo-Bridget Namoa.

Mr Daisley had offered to pay a $10,000 (£5,667) bail but a judge ruled it wasn't in the public interest for her to be released from custody.

The child abuse occurred on four occasions in 24 hours on May 20, 2021, according to police allegations.

Police said they have evidence that the founder of detox business Smart Cleanse admitted to kissing the teenager after they legally tapped Daisley's phone.

The lifestyle entrepreneur, who has 40,000 followers on Instagram, will remain behind bars until her next court date on August 23.

Daisley denies all charges, but has not yet formally entered any pleas.

https://www.thesun.co.uk/news/19074484/savannah-daisley-glamorous-lifestyle-sex-teen/

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V: Loose lips sink ships (spy verse)

1913, pre WW1

Name: Adelheid Zeitzler

Nationality: German

Age: 24

Alias: Lady Adelia Lennox

During the first Balkan war, at the end of 1912, at the age of 23, following instruction from her brother and Spymaster; Friedrich Zeitzler, Adelheid travels to England, under the alias ‘Adelia Lennox’ with papers that identify her as an English National of noble heritage who has been travelling throughout Europe to undertake benevolent activity.

The mission is her most significant to date and one she has prepared for since turning twenty-one, having completed lessons in espionage, combat training, weapons training and communications, all under the auspices of her Brother Herr Zeitzler. Throughout her training Adelheid has spent time and effort perfecting her knowledge of British history, her mannerisms and accent, in order to blend in seamless with her surroundings. Despite this, she is very inexperienced; this will be her first fieldwork assignment.

Her assignment begins at St Thomas’ hospital, to provide her cover as a nurse working in London, based on a false background of work undertaken in Europe. Her real role of course is much more insidious, as she is responsible for intercepting coded messages between Britain and its allies, sending the communications to her brother in Berlin. For eight months she tirelessly undertakes this work, until she is contacted by Friedrich with an unexpected request. Adelheid is informed that Sebastian Reed, one of Zeitzler’s best operatives has gone rogue, having seemingly abandoned his mission and disappeared.

Sebastian’s mission is one of critical importance; the assassination of Emir Adem; heir to the Prime Ministership of the Committee of Union and Progress (CUP); a notorious anglophile, who will likely lead the CUP triumvirate to support Britain in the oncoming war, entirely undermining Germany’s position. The Germans have been furnished with intelligence that Emir Adem is due to visit the Warren Place racing estate in Newmarket, Suffolk, due to his keen interest in breeding Anglo Arab race horses. Warren Place is easily considered the most glamourous racing yard in all of Europe. It is here Adelheid has been instructed to meet with the heir, so as to ingratiate herself with him and ultimately dispatch him, in a manner which will not draw suspicion. After completing Sebastian Reed’s mission, in his absence, she has been instructed to find the rogue agent and bring him back to Germany, so that Herr Zeitzler, his spymaster, may deal with his desertion personally.

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[corkcitylibraries]

100 Years Ago Today  - 31 December 1920

by Richard Forrest

In the news 100 years ago:

Regarding the Partition Act, the Chief Secretary for Ireland, Sir Hamar Greenwood, wanted progress for all but added, “there can be no compromise with murder”.

Éamonn De Valera was in the United States and addressed conferences in Cleveland, Chicago and St. Paul. The states of Ohio, Kentucky, California and Illinois were the latest to rally to support the American Association for the Recognition of the Irish Republic.

Two attacks on the police took place in Midleton, one in the centre of the town and the other, an ambush, a couple of miles out at Ballyrichard. Constable Mullen was killed and Constable Thorpe later succumbed to his injuries at the military hospital in Cork. A total of seven more policemen were injured. The Echo said, “the tragic events cast a gloom over Midleton and Cork City”. One of the injured was Constable Reddy of the Tuckey Street station, Cork. Reddy was a well-known and popular officer who on the night of December 11th–12th took an active role in saving property from destruction by fire. The attack in Midleton consisted of a vigorous gunfight at the junction of Main Street and Charles Street leaving bullets embedded in walls and blood on the ground. The ambush was on a dispatch on its way to respond to the gunfight. As for the civilian population, well that was pouring out of the town to Cork, Youghal, Cove or to family and friends in the surrounding townlands in order to avoid reprisals.

Richard Leonard (32), a Schools Attendance Officer, was taken from his lodgings at his sister’s home near Caherconlish, Co. Limerick and shot dead by an armed party. He was said to have been an inoffensive man and, as far as could be ascertained so far, no motive could be assigned for the occurrence.

In London, William Maud Amphion Robinson (23) was charged with conspiracy to set fire to a timber warehouse. A witness stated that the defendant had previously acted as an official at social functions held by the Irish Self-Determination League at Lewisham. 

The Rosslare service between Cork and London was set to resume with trains running in both directions. 

Regardless of what else was happening, racing continued to be front page news. Perhaps what Bill Shankly said of soccer could be equally applied to horse racing. After a night of squalls, water lay in abundance, on the roads and fields around Newbury as well as on the course itself. Attendance and numbers of horses racing were both down on the previous day as a result. ‘Heath Lad’ provided the notes from Newmarket and a preview of the Victory Steeplechase.

America won tennis’s Davis Cup over Australia in Auckland, New Zealand.

Dolphin and the University (UCC) were due to meet at the Mardyke at 3 pm on Saturday. With the interprovincials forthcoming, a keen game was anticipated. 

Sr. Epherm Mary McDonagh of the Little Sisters of the Poor died. Sr. Epherm joined the order over fifty years previously and tended cheerfully to the needs of the poor throughout.

A second operation was performed on Enrico Caruso in New York in which a portion of a rib was removed. His condition was described as serious. The operatic tenor would die in August the following year at the age of 48.

Patrick I. Barry, heating engineer, was elected a member of the American Society of Heating and Ventilating Engineers. The society was founded to promote the arts and sciences connected with heating and ventilating. The Corkman was already a member of the London association.

Richard Forrest is Executive Librarian for Local Studies at Cork City Libraries. 

[the-fiction-witch]

The Enchantress P3

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I packed the last things from my room, that I would be taking with me. I had left some clothes and books here as they were heavy and in some ways, I wanted to reassure y/n I would come back that she could walk past my room and see my things still here, maybe she would go in and hug my clothes if she missed me too much. I put my last bag over my shoulder heading out the temple into the spring woodlands. The sweet birds singing their songs and the sun shining brightly even if I felt like crying. I stood at the bottom of the stairs where this all started so many years ago I looked up to see y/n stood holding her bunny tightly as she looked down to me,

"Where will you go?" she asks

"I can hitch a ride to Newmarket, then there's a train to the capital from there" I explain

"When will you be back?" she asks

"When we're old enough," I told her "When both you and I have matured, I suppose we'll be different people then"

"You might not recognize me" she laughs

"I will," I blushed "I know I will"

"Will you bring me a present?"

"Of course I will" I smiled "Promise me you'll look after yourself?"

"I Promise, You be careful," she says

"I will" I nodded I turned to leave but

"Thomas wait!" she called I turned back as she ran down the steps holding my face resting her forehead on mine I held her close too I hardly wanted to go,

"I'd stay if I could"

"I know" she cried "You promise you'll come back?"

"I promise y/n, You promise you'll be here when I get home?"

"I will" she smiled moving away I held her hands a moment "Thomas?"

"Yes y/n?" I asked she smiled pulling me closer to her pressing her lips to my own, I was lost in joy her lips as soft as cotton and as smooth as silk, I never wanted to stop kissing her, not for a moment, for the rest of my life. Like her lips were intoxicating better than any beer or any drug, better than anything I had ever dreamt of  till she pulled away "So better go, You'll miss your ride" she smiled

"Okay, I'll see you then" I smiled

"I'll see you" she smiled back I gave her a sweet kiss before I began walking the well-trod path blowing her kisses as I went and she happily did them back too as she waved me goodbye.

The second I left, I regretted it. But I knew it was for the best, for both of us. I hated being away from her for so long, I forget how long exactly since I left But I had grown up a lot. I looked out my little window looking out the vast high buildings that stretched for further than I could see. It made me smile a little that knew somewhere Miles from here laid a green country that seemed unfathomably large to me once, and that in that green place y/n waited for me. She honestly never left my mind, she was all I ever thought off and all I ever wanted. my only wishing for it all to go faster so I could go home to her. And in the light of the moon, I could swear sometimes shes still with me, Like I see a flash in the dark a sound in my flat as if she was here. In some ways I think she'd like it here I can imagine her jumping from roof to roof hunting on all those who believed in her bondage. I liked the moon, somehow it gave me joy thinking no matter how far away I was she'd be looking at the moon too and that maybe she'd be happy and hunting like the little enchantress I know she is.

I noticed the darkness creep into my room so I shut my window and locked up getting into bed. But for whatever reason, I couldn't sleep. I sat up getting some paper using the light of the moon to draw figures and places but no matter what I began to draw I could only draw women. In long beautiful dresses hunting men and animals. I shoved my drawings away looking at the moonlight as it cascaded through the window as I had no blinds or curtains, I couldn't think straight, I couldn't do anything...

What's happening to me?

"Uhhh! Y/n" I moaned I clamped my hand over my mouth sitting up I felt strange...

I laid back in my bed trying to sleep this off trying to get myself to sleep to stop whatever this was bubbling up in my head

"Ummmm Y/n! Y/n..... Y/n" I groaned I put my hand on my mouth again to try and shut myself up.

as I laid on my back on my half-broken bed, the mattress as torn and broken as the bed as it was here then I got here. I could see the chill in the air yet I felt so hot. I slipped my clothes off confused why I was so hot, tucking my covers around me as I began to get goosebumps to come up across all of my skin. My blood felt like it was bubbling, racing around my veins. my whole body twitching and contorting in desperation, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't think, I could barely breathe every breath was a gasp for air, my back often arching off the bed, I was sweating, I was unable to think about anything but...

"Y/N!!" I screamed even if I tried to stop myself but... everything just felt so good. I looked down at myself and noticed I was harder than I ever had been in my life and in some ways I didn't want it to stop! "Uhhh Y/n.... Y/n...Y/n... My sweet ... my angel ... my beautiful y/n..." I groaned uncontrollably, I felt like I didn't have control of my body anymore. "Please... Please y/n!"

Then it flashed through my mind...

the sounds my stepfather made the night he died. they were the sounds I made now.

'When an enchantress Chooses her prey They will cause their prey to wallow in an aroused state calling out the predators name and in the light of the full moon, she will claim him.'

I was enchanted.

I couldn't sleep. I couldn't think. Nothing I did would make this go away, Every night for weeks the second the moonlight touched me I was a wreck. grinding and writhing calling her name into the empty darkness my body contorting in pleasure and in desperation. It felt so good But so horrible I felt as if I was being tourchered so close but yet so far, like a single touch and I would cum, But I never ever could. always just on the edge constantly at the peak but even if I touched for hours nothing would happen."Uuuuhh... Y/n... Please... Please... Y/n! My angel please!"  There would be nights I would be in tears by morning in pain and agony, Somehow in some way, I put a hundred miles between us and still she enchanted me. I was her prey Calling out in the moonlight for her touch but she was miles away she wouldn't hear me, she couldn't help me she was hunting prey miles away and I was left with no choice but to suffer.

I knew I couldn't stay this way, there had to be something I could do. and the only one who would know how to stop it would be y/n.

as soon as sunrise came I packed my bags and went out into the city I had to do one thing before I went home. I promised her a present. I looked around the shop windows for a while nothing seemed right at all, until I saw something glinting in a window. I looked and saw a hairpin a knife with roses across the stem so the flowers would sit on her hair but the knife keeping her hair together I smiled a little and bought it hiding it in my bag and heading on the first train back home.

I watched as the world went past as the high towers and buildings fell away taking me back to the vast green fields, as soon as I got off I managed to find someone heading back to town I sat in the back of his cart till we got there where I simply thanked him and jumped out, it seemed smaller then I remember like houses I knew where gone, I walked down the paths and walkways I know so well most of them I made from years of walking back and forth but as I got closer I felt darkness drawing close the closer I got to the temple. When I got there it seemed abandoned and instantly a fear grew inside me that something might have happened to her. I went to take a step but I heard a growl

"Who Dares to step foot in my woods" A voice warned from the darkness

"A friend" I answered

"You smell like prey," The voice said and I heard a noise and there on the top of the temple stood a woman "I suppose your hear to beg for the enchantment to be lifted"

"No, well... sort of, Miss I seak a woman who used to live here"

"Knowone has ever lived her beside me, any others are dead" she said as she lept from the roof to stand in front of the door she began to step down and I got a better look at her.

She was tall and frightening she loomed over me like a queen. he was barefoot as often when she stepped or jumped they changed from feet to claws she wore a blue robe that hung off her beautifully her breasts partly exposed her hair falling as if it were wet, she seemed... hungry. Like she could smell that I was a man and that to her I was her prey.

"Please you're an enchantress-" I began

"How do you know what I am?" she asks

"Because I have met your kind before, I cared for one of your kind. Please just tell me. is she alive?"

"I am the last of my kind"

"Where's Y/n? What happened to her?" I asked but she froze

"You seek Y/n?" she asks

"yes, Please where is she? what happened to her? Please I promised her I'd be back..." I begged almost in tears she jumped to the side of the steps looking at me she seemed confused I looked to her eyes and... I knew those eyes "Y/n?" I asked

"Thomas?" she asks resting her forehead on my own

"Ohh y/n! I was so scared I'd never see you again!" I cried so overjoyed to see her rubbing my nose on hers as we both smiled widely so happy to see each other again,

"You were gone an awfully long time," she said

"I know, But I'm here now" I smiled "You uhhh... you look beautiful" I smiled looking at her better as she did her robe up a little more "You look just Like your mother"

"Thank you" she smiled "You look incredibly handsome thomas"

"Thank you" I blushed she offered her hand and I happily took it as she leads me through to the garden and we sat on the little steps

"I'm happy your back Thomas, but I didn't expect you back yet" she smiled

"I wanted to come back, I missed you"

"I missed you too" she smiled nuzzling onto my shoulder

"Y/n... its been so long, Could I kiss you?"

"Of course Thomas" she smiled so I happily held her close kissing her sweet lips as heavenly and perfect as I remembered them being, she kissed back pulling me closer to her to so barely an inch of us was part from each other.

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