When I pulled back the curtain
this morning, I did not expect the East Essex meeting to go ahead.
There was a carpet of snow, two inches thick, covering the
landscape, and the garden pond had completely frozen over. On top
of that, yesterday, before the white stuff had come, my car twice
had to be cajoled from the mud whilst I cheered on the Waveney
Harriers at their token “hunt”.. Marks Tey was
notorious for getting waterlogged and, although sixty miles away
was nothing in metrological terms, surely the ground could not be
suitable for racing?
I decided to check with Talking
Point. After two or three premium minutes listening to ramblings on
meetings in the north and the west, they said they had heard of no
problems concerning the East Essex. Hardly definitive! To double
check I decided to leave a message on Pointingea. After an hour or
so, someone came back and said that, bar a little frost (which was
expected to come out in the bright sunshine), the course was clear.
In slight disbelief I removed the snow off my car, packed my
wellies, shovel, and a thermos, and set off.
As I drove, more snow fell. The
road to Diss was slippery with slush. From Diss conditions on the
A140 improved slightly, but the surrounding fields were still
white. Twenty five minutes later (yes the A140 is pathetically slow
with the new crawl limits!) I was on the A14 and able again to
engage fourth and even fifth gears. The sprayback of water from the
other cars was so great though that I had to have the windscreen
wipers on double speed. The same was true for the A12 heading out
of Ipswich. It was so wet that I almost toyed with the idea of
stopping and phoning Talking Point again from my mobile. The quick
calculation of premium rates on a pay as you go mobile dictated,
however, that it was cheaper to drive the remaining distance and
see for myself.
The sun shone brightly on the
gatemen at the course, although their already runny noses told me
that the accompanying temperature was far from warm. It seemed
another country from that which my journey had begun in! I looked
for somewhere near the entrance to park my car – if it was
going to get stuck again then I didn’t want to be at such a
far away point there would be no-one about to help push it. I
needn’t have bothered. The ground had a firm base, and gave
no indication that the car would sink. Good to soft at the very
worst.
The first reward for my efforts
was a three runner Members. No Penalty against two others. It was
as much of a contest as it would have been if Tartar Sabre and No
Nay Never had been pitched in against Best Mate. After a quick
check just to make sure that the bookies had not gone senseless
with cold and were offering evens about the jolly (they
weren’t; – 2/7 was the best on offer) I decided to
watch the “race” from the car. It proved little more
than a schooling exercise and perhaps Stephen March, No
Penalty’s lucky owner, reflected afterwards on what more he
might have learnt had he have let his pride and joy take a chance
in the Mens Open, for which he had also been entered?

The Maiden, numerically at
least, promised to be a more competitive, although all the money
appeared to be for David Kemp’s Fiftiesonfire who had gone
into many notebooks after his debut run at Horseheath a fortnight
earlier. Unfortunately for punters, he came to grief at the fifth
fence when Lolloping Lad fell in front of him leaving him nowhere
to go. The only other runner for which there had been a modicum of
cash was Manhattan Storm, but he failed to seize the best
opportunity he will probably ever have to lose his Maiden tag, and
put in a distinctly lack lustre display to eventually finish a
remote fourth. John the Mole, from the Turner yard, and Golden
Shred, from Ruth Hayter’s, had the race between them from a
long way out, with the former surviving a blunder at the last to
prevail by a long looking neck.
I noted Paula Twinn’s Mai
Cure, a sister on the dam’s side to Mai Point and Mai Knight,
as one to keep an eye on for the future. She was given a quiet time
on the first circuit and moved easily through the field to hold a
prominent position when the contest hotted up. Although she tired
three fences from home, she was not given a hard time and did more
than enough to suggest that a similar contest should be well within
her grasp.

The Ladies Open gave yet another
opportunity for a rider from outside the region to pinch one of
“our” prime prizes. For the second time this season,
Heather Irving seized it gratefully. This time the vehicle was the
odds on chance Killerine who shared pacemaking duties with Fair
Exchange before shedding himself of company five fences out and
coming home comfortably clear. Lucky Master, on whom Gina Swan may
have overdone the waiting tactics, finished full of running in
second, with Fair Exchange, who found little when asked to quicken,
a poor third.

Although only five went to post
for the Mens Open, it promised to be a cracking race. Market
leader, at 11/8, was Denvale who was stepping up in grade since
demolishing Airoski and company at Horseheath. At 2/1 was
Swincombe, who had Cantarinho behind when chasing home An Capall
Dubh on the same Horseheath card. Third favourite was Cross River,
who had useful point and Hunter Chase form last year when with Sue
Smith. Whilst it could be argued that Militaire and Pardon What
were there simply to make up the numbers, they both had the form in
the book (albeit a long way back) to suggest that their chances
were far from forlorn.
At the first fence one possible
permutation was immediately discounted as Pardon What simply
refused to get off the ground. He came to an abrupt halt the wrong
side of the birch obstacle and Christian Ward Thomas could not
persuade him to jump it.
Cross River led the remaining
three at an unsustainable pace and, once he was reeled in and
passed after a circuit, he was soon a spent force. Militaire was
probably not race fit enough to live with the other two at present,
and was the next to see his chance evaporate as the market leaders
began to race properly coming out of the back straight, six fences
from the finish. He eventually suffered a nasty fall two out and
failed to collect even third place prize money.
No one rides Marks Tey better
than Andrew Hickman. I have lost count of the number of times I
have seen him hunt a horse around the long galloping track for two
miles before putting them sweetly in the race without the animal
realising what was going on, and then delivering a telling
challenge between the last two fences. As he stalked Denvale around
the final bend I thought that would be his plan today. I suspect it
may have been (Andrew will no doubt put me right if it
wasn’t!) but the slightest touch on his horse produced a
change of gear so instant and telling that Denvale was ten lengths
adrift, and looking decidedly flat footed, by the time Swincombe
had cleared the second last. At the final obstacle all that was
required was a safe jump, which Mr Hickman just about managed!
I am tempted to go overboard
about the merits, and the manner, of this victory, but I am
reminded of a similarly impressive display on another Hickman horse
two years ago. Splash And Dash never repeated that performance and
it turned out to be his career highlight. With this very much in
mind, I will refrain from putting that jinx on Swincombe! I will,
however, be noting his Hunter Chase entries.



Eleven runners contested the
Confined, although the finish involved only the first three in the
betting. Joint favourite Jim’s Belief set off with the
intention of making every post a winning one, with George Cooper in
the saddle almost powerless to suggest otherwise. Three quarters of
a mile from home it looked as if he would succeed, with only the
third favourite, Lord Valnic, in close proximity. The other joint
favourite, Deckie, was a good ten lengths further behind, although
he did appear to be travelling well and had not yet been asked a
serious question. Westerfield John led the remainder, but he was
tiring from his exertions and was a safe twenty lengths adrift of
the first three.
At the second last it was a
different story. Jim’s Belief had failed to sustain the
gallop and Lord Valnic went on. Deckie, meanwhile, had eaten into
the leader’s advantage and was poised to make his challenge.
He delivered it, smoothly, up the final incline and quickly carved
out a two length advantage, which he maintained all the way to the
post.
It was an impressive performance
by the first two. Lord Valnic had done nothing since winning back
to back events at the course in 2003. Today’s running
suggested that, whatever troubles he had, Tom Bryce and Alex
Embiricos have got to the bottom of him, and they should be able to
find another race for him before too long.
David Kemp gave Deckie a lovely
ride, which achieved the desired result without taking any more
than absolutely necessary out of the horse. He reminds me very much
of Madmidge, the stable’s big improver of the 2004 season,
and it really does look as if he will continue to progress in a
similar way. This was a significant step up on his Restricted
success at Higham, and he probably has a lot more still to be
unveiled.

Whilst Deckie provided the
Kemp’s compensation for their disappointment with
Fiftiesonfire in the Maiden, it was left to Persian Hero, in the
Novice Riders Race, to extend similar comfort to Caroline Bailey
for the earlier defeat of stablemate Denvale in the Mens Open.
Partnered by a supremely confident John Russell, he was up with the
pace throughout and kicked on when the long time leader, Village
Copper, tired five fences from home. Second favourite Ain Tecabet
tried to go with him for a while, but, at the third last, it became
obvious to all that his pursuit would be a vain one. Persian Hero
was simply a class above the rest of the field, and galloped his
rivals absolutely ragged. With a Novice Riders prize at Ampton
already under his belt, he and John Russell look capable of
building up a long sequence of wins if campaigned in similar events
throughout the season.
A big disappointment about the
race was that only four riders ever gave their mounts an
opportunity to compete. The others looked to be content merely to
get round; – hardly a fitting spectacle for the paying
public. Aside from the first three home, only Matt Smith aboard
Kate Thory’s debutant, Warrier Lad, troubled the commentator
by more than the all inclusive comment “the rest are a long
way behind”. Warrier Lad, clearly running for the experience,
matched strides with the leaders for fully two miles before tiring
and being immediately pulled up. When competing in more appropriate
Maiden company, he may well surprise at an each way price.

There were three talking points
surrounding the seventh and concluding race on the card; the
Restricted. The first was that Nibby Bloom had driven all the way
from Charing, where he had earlier steered the promising
It’sallinthestars to victory in their Restricted ,to partner
the eleven year old Second Thoughts on his first outing for two
years. The second was that last week’s Members winner,
Eurogadael, having lost his maiden tag at Ampton last year, was
still eligible for Restricteds. I was not the only one who thought
that he did fit the category of a “horse who had not won a
race other than a Maiden or a Hunt Members race”, and that
the key word in that criteria was “OR” rather than
“AND” or even “AND/OR”
The third talking point turned
out to be the most relevant in winner finding. It was that Bill
Warner, a rare visitor to anywhere east of Cottenham, had persuaded
Stuart Morris, who surely would have been offered several other
opportunities at any number of venues around the country, to come
to Marks Tey just to partner Rathbarry Lad. The combination proved
to be the easiest winners of the day, defeating Second Thoughts by
an official distance. They were probably helped by the fourteenth
fence fall of Eurogadael, although I do not believe the result
would have been any different had he stood up. Rupert Stern had
been niggling at him for quite a while and he was never travelling
as comfortably as he had been in his previous races.
Before concluding I have to pay
tribute to the bookies who braved the harsh Siberian wind for the
second week running, and, by and large, offered decent value to the
comparatively small number of punters present. There are always
exceptions to any rule, however, and this week’s “Rip
Off” award has to go to someone who is no stranger to
receiving such accolades. I am, of course, talking about JV of
Colchester. His book on the last race takes some beating and it
seems destined to be the stuff that legends are made of!!!!
Whilst those around him were
offering evens about the favourite (Eurogadael), JV took it on
himself to offer odds on the forecast. Not odds without the
favourite please note, but odds on the forecast. The only odds he
chalked up were all based on Eurogadael winning. They were 5/4,
5/2, 6/1, 8/1, and 8/1. – a massive 108% overround AND the
favourite had to win!!! Whilst most of the punters still remaining
knew a little bit about what they were doing and avoided him like
the plague, I still saw some money make it’s way into his
satchel. This really is deception on a highway robbery scale, and
the less discerning and knowledgeable members of the public that
will be present on higher profile days, such as Bank Holiday
Monday, really should be protected from cons such as this. Someone
within East Anglian pointing has to take responsibility, bite the
bullet and actually do something about it. If allowed to continue
unchecked it will ultimately drive spectators away from the sport
and into the arms of the (much fairer) cartoon racing from Ladbroke
Park.