If you haven't seen the poll on Tim Tetrick's social media pages/Harnesslink/the BHRC website, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!
Kidding, you've probably been busy doing important stuff. Point taken.
You must surely be able to find yourself half an hour though to watch six videos of drives shortlisted for the inaugural BHRC Drive of the Year 2016 and then cast your vote. I rarely ask anything of anyone, but on this occasion, please do.
The award is being supported and sponsored by none other than Tim Tetrick himself, a master reinsman regarded worldwide as one of the best. The driver whose drive receives the highest number of votes will receive a gift package from Tim, as well as a trophy which will be presented at the BHRC & STAGBI Awards Dinner on Saturday 25th February. We're actually going to be keeping the name of the winner under wraps until the night, to add to the suspense. Voting closes at midday on Valentine's Day (for those romantics among us) or 14th February (for those unromantics among us). So time is running out guys - GET VOTING NOW!
To make things easy for you, I'm going to post the links for the six shortlisted drives with a bit of background info to the race so you can place them in context.
James Haythornthwaite & Porcelain Seelster
The three-year-old imported grey filly (Camluck-Pantecostal-No Pan Intended) came from the rear of the field under a patient drive from regular pilot James Haythornthwaite to take on stablemate Indie Hanover down the stretch, winning the Victor Carson Memorial Final at Corbiewood in September.
John Nicholson Jr & Cochise
Sixteen-year-old John Nicholson Jr was living the stuff of dreams when winning a heat of the Red John Memorial Hurricane Pace at Musselburgh in June on Cochise (Dreamwork-Running River-Raque Bogart), however his drive in the final makes the shortlist for, amongst other things, holding his nerve when being chased down in the last furlong by the previous year's Leading Driver, William 'Rocker' Laidler.
As an aside, keep an eye out for John's father, John Sr, and sister, Savannah, jumping up and down wildly by the inside rail just before the line - his mother Georgina was also in the race as the family had qualified two runners and there were tears in the winner's circle afterwards as John became one of the youngest drivers ever to win a major handicap final.
Ian Pimlott & Thunder Jiel
This was the first of two trotting races staged at Chelmsford City Racecourse in November following a Thoroughbred card. The races were televised live on At The Races which gave the sport much-needed exposure to the general public, and they were treated to a driving masterclass from seasoned campaigner Ian Pimlott who certainly didn't panic when the front horses went clear early on. His well-timed drive ensured Thunder Jiel (Historien-Houba Houba Jiel-Kimberland) broke his duck on British soil having been imported from France earlier in the year.
News today is that Chelmsford have agreed to stage numerous trotting races this coming summer on the back of Thoroughbred cards - GREAT NEWS!
Mick Lord & Shaba Hanover
Commentator Darren Owen sums up the race to perfection in the closing stages of the race at York in October. Mick Lord painted the outside rail with Shaba Hanover (Real Desire-Shakeitupamy-Western Hanover) to pass the frontrunners and storm to victory late on. This win was the former BHRC 3YO Filly of the Year's sole victory of the season after a successful juvenile career.
Richard Haythornthwaite & Ayr Majesty
Not to be outdone by brother James, Richard Haythornthwaite finds himself on the shortlist after steering Ayr Majesty (Daylon Alert-Ayr Queen-Albert Albert) to success in the Tregaron FFA at the two-day festival in August. The horse finds himself in top company following much success as a youngster, and on this occasion the wily moves of his driver to weave his way through the field provided the horse with his sole win of the season in a leg of the Standardbred Sales Company-sponsored Battle of the Big Guns, after numerous consistent placed runs.
Vicky Gill & Rhyds Mystique
BHRC 2YO Filly of the Year 2016 Rhyds Mystique (Hasty Hall-CPs Village Jigsaw-Village Jiffy) burst onto the racing scene with this impressive debut, which became the first of 8 wins from 9 runs in her freshman year. Vicky Gill partnered her in every race, and the duo's first victory stemmed from a late burst of speed to pass the field in impressive style. Little did we know just how good this filly would be during the course of the season. One suspects that driver Vicky knew though, driving with immense confidence on this first start.
Now to the nitty gritty - voting.
Follow this link HERE
If, for any reason, that doesn't work (I'm still a technophobe at heart), go to the BHRC website (http://www.bhrc.org.uk/racing/news/drive-of-the-year-2016/) and follow the link at the bottom of the story. WARNING: Do not be alarmed at the enormous photo of Tim Tetrick's face when you click on the link - the details are below it).
Come on, get involved. Most of my readers will be totally impartial viewers, not knowing any of the drivers or horses shortlisted. So judge them, be critical, be impressed, click on your favourite.
REMEMBER: voting closes at MIDDAY on TUESDAY 14TH FEBRUARY GMT (that's Greenwich Mean Time, to you and me). I don't know what this is in the various US time zones - look it up. Or vote AS SOON AS YOU'VE FINISHED READING THIS. Go on, you know you want to.
Over and out,
SHOUTY CAPS LOCK #1 GROOM
Sunday, 5 February 2017
When I first considered the idea of making the solo venture on social media, I was suitably warned that the historical 'men only' weekend was no place for someone of my fair nature. 'Well, tough', I thought. I'm not very good at being told what I can't do. So I went ahead and booked my flights and accommodation and off I set on my adventure on Friday (27th January).
Now first of all, Skibbereen isn't as close to Cork as I thought it was. Turns out there's a lot of Ireland. Just in general. Unfortunately my bus from Cork to Skibbereen on Friday afternoon/evening was mainly under the cover of darkness so I couldn't even do any window-sightseeing, although I did see a heron. In fact, I saw three herons in total (two on the way back to the airport on the Monday). Thought that was kinda cool. Got me thinking about ground-nesting birds and the fact that fox-hunting in Ireland is still legal...but that's so far removed from what this post is supposed to be about that I'll leave that topic there.
A friend had recommended I stay at the West Cork Hotel, and if, dear reader, you ever go to Skibbereen, I would also recommend staying there. The food was really good and when it actually came to race day, I was only a five minute walk away from the course. And that's as much tourist-y type 'what to do/where to stay/what to eat' as I'm capable of. The rest of this post is just a glorified gush-fest about how awesome Skibbereen, and its people, truly are. And it's horses, we mustn't forget the horses.
So Friday night was dedicated to a long overdue catch up with a young man by the name of James O'Driscoll, aka Spud, or 'One Shot', because when there are 8 Jagerbombs lined up on a bar in Aberystwyth for the two of you, he's only capable of drinking one, before crying like a girl and claiming the next day that he was 'drinking shots with some machine', completely disregarding any photographic evidence you may have of him on your phone. Aside from drinking, we also spent a lot of time together during the two summers that James worked for John Gill, trainer of two VDM Final winners (Camden Tino & Titanium), and BHRC 2YO Filly of the Year 2016, Rhyds Mystique, to name but a few. Considering he was working for a public trainer and I am a harness racing bookmaker's girlfriend, it was a given that we bumped into each other all over the UK, and we've kept in contact since he returned to Ireland. He got me up to speed with his filly, IB Tweedy, which would be going for 3 from 3 on Sunday, as well as the other horses, jockeys and trainers who would be there. Great to see a friendly face on my arrival for sure!
|Pretty much sums up two years of 'work' in the UK from James...|
One of the things I love about horsey people is the way they want to show off their horses; their pride in their stock. And the Murphy's have plenty to take pride in. Aside from IB Coyote (Share The Delight-Jill And Jones-Hasty Hall), I also had the chance to meet Reclamation, a two-year-old filly by A Rocknroll Dance out of Art Sale, dam of top pacing mare Rocklamation (Rocknroll Hanover). With the filly being so closely bred to Rocklamation, connections must be hoping she follows in her half-sister's hoof-steps. Next door to her was one of my two favourites (which took me all day to establish, as each time a different horse was brought out of the stable I decided it was my new favourite!), IB McGregor, a five-year-old Hasty Hall out of Annie's Lady, who is the dam of Jill And Jones (dam of IB Coyote). Without a measuring stick and using judgment alone, we had the horse standing at least 16'2hh, possibly more (I always try to estimate conservatively, as some people have a tendency to over egg the pudding...many a 17hh horse in one barn seems to lose a few inches when moving to another where a stick can be found). As is evidenced by the breeding of some of the others in the stable, the Murphy's have placed a lot of faith in Annies Lady and her ability to produce very good racehorses, and I can't see that this faith has been misplaced at all. IB McGregor, or 'Greg' as I noticed he was called (I did ask 'why not Connor?', to be told the horse was around a long time before the UFC fighter!), is definitely my kind of horse. I'll be following his season with great interest.
Next up I met Alinque Darche, a seven-year-old trotting mare imported from France as part of the Irish-French Le Trot agreement; she was one of four Trotteur Francais present, the other three being the geldings Silvano Bello, Bolero De La Fye and Tenor Meslois who raced with success in the UK during 2016. I find TF's to be very docile and tolerant to handle; I don't know if this is a breed thing or just testament to good education and training but every single one I have met up close has been very quiet. Some don't behave quite so well on the track but to work with on the ground, they get a massive thumbs up from me.
|The boys from France|
|Bolero De La Fye|
|Oui oui, trés amusant!|
The final two racehorses were full brothers, not that I believed Tadhg when he told me. The first was another big, big horse which suited me down to the ground; IB A Magician, a four-year-old by Arts Conquest out of Jill And Jones (Hasty Hall). There aren't many big Arts Conquest's, with him being a small stallion himself, so again I will be following this horse's season with great interest. He was just my type. His younger brother, IB A Warrior, himself a two-year-old, couldn't have been more different. He was much smaller and stockier, a real little powerhouse with a back like a table. I could have eaten my dinner off it! I liked him too, he had a bit of spark about him.
|IB A Magician|
After the quick tour of the barn, it wasn't long before Tadhg suggested I make myself useful and muck out while he jogged the remainder of the horses which hadn't been out prior to my arrival. Once a groom, always a groom. It was like being back at Ty Newydd mucking out whilst Colin jogged the horses. Radio on, singing along, chatting away to the horses. I can't be the only person who thinks this is as close to heaven as I'll ever get?!
Now I'll be honest, I was probably more of a hindrance than a help over the course of the near-six hours that I was there, because at every given opportunity the pair of us were putting the world to rights. You can't beat talking to someone who has measured opinions and takes on board what you have to say. At this time of year the world of harness racing usually goes mad with boredom due to not racing and this leads to bold statements and wild opinions and arguments on social media; you can get easily bored of the same rhetoric and equally exasperated at people's narrow-mindedness. I'm not going to pretend like that's not exactly what's happening right now (although in everyone's defence, this close season has been the smoothest yet...and that's it all about to kick off because I've jinxed it), so I was glad of the opportunity to speak to someone who sees the bigger picture. At times, people like that are like gold dust.
I was fairly on top of the mucking out chores so I got upgraded to brushing the horses which had jogged earlier and then rugging them up as the last few were jogged. I think this was the point at which I thought I never wanted to leave. I'm rather fickle like that; I have 13 horses at home and really I should have been there brushing them instead of gallivanting around West Cork spending time with other people's horses! In my defence I was due the short holiday before point-to-point and NH racing takes over my weekends fully, and then the mare being due to foal, and then training the 2017 team, and racing all over the UK and (hopefully) Ireland...cut me some slack!
Time flies when you're having fun and I couldn't believe that the biggest part of the day was past. I had a mini tour of the island of Inish Beg before we headed back to Skibbereen. It really is a beautiful part of Ireland. I wonder if everyone who lives there appreciates how lucky they are. I'll maybe retire there, when I'm about 95 and financially stable enough to live out my days.
Sunday: Race Day.
Had to ring James to find out where it was. He sent me to a roundabout which had 5 exits and said 'go straight over'. Three of the exits could be classed as 'straight over'. He'd clearly had his quota of shots the night before and was barely audible on the phone anyway. Managed to get enough sense out of him to wander up the right road, which probably took me about 15 minutes in total because I was a little fragile to be power-walking. Had to nip back to the hotel later in the afternoon to get a power pack for my GoPro and probably did it in just over five minutes, so that's how close it was to the town centre.
For anybody who doesn't know what this road racing is all about, keep reading. A quick summary would be close to how Steve Wolf once described it: harness racing meets barrel racing meets monté. The winter road racing season in Cork is for horses raced in the saddle only; the majority of the horses don't race in the summer on the grass tracks and are kept solely for the winter racing, although some do switch between the two and race for the biggest part of the year. This isn't illegal road racing, like the kind we unfortunately see broadcast all over mainstream media here in the UK and Ireland which tarnishes the public image of the actual sport of harness racing. This is a bonafide sport, with the appropriate permission and road closures, run under rules set by the governing body, the Irish Trotting and Harness Racing Federation (ITHRF).
I'd arrived about an hour and a half before the first race, and after a quick chat with the guy collecting money on the 'gate' ("Are you here for the racing or just passing through?") I found my old friend, and jockey, Deirdre Goggin. Deirdre was the first friend I made in racing. I kept myself to myself for the first season I worked for Colin and only socialised with the owners and friends of Colin and Shirley's. In 2009 we'd taken 3 horses to Aberystwyth to race across the two days and stabled up at the Equine College. Colin and Shirley were sleeping in the lorry and I had a two-man tent (the youth of today don't even know what it was like travelling away with horses!). We went for food in the Marine after the racing on the Saturday and I decided I was going to go out for a few drinks on my own before getting a lift back to the college. As I crossed the road to walk to the Pier, I bumped into a man and his daughter heading in the same direction; Michael and Deirdre Goggin. By the time we made it to the Pier we were the best of friends and we spent the remainder of the night drinking together (I think I got dropped off by a taxi back at my tent at around 4am...). That was nearly 8 years ago and we've been friends ever since. Michael is well known for often being the only Irish man to travel across to Wales to race at some fixtures, and for a long time before I could get to grips with the Cork accent (thanks to STAGBI for all the phone calls I received in the office) all I ever understood were the swear words. Eight years later, and I can understand nearly all of what the man from 'the closest parish to America' says to me!
I'd previously met Deirdre's younger brother, Michael Jnr, but at Skibbereen I was treated to the full set (excluding Mrs Goggin, although I have the distinct feeling that at some point I'll meet her as well); I was introduced to Deirdre's sister, Carol, who proved to be wonderful company during the races, and her youngest brother, Brendan, who although upon our introduction appeared to be dying a slow death as a result of a great night out the night before, turned out to be the commentator. He made what can only be described as a miraculous recovery as soon as the microphone was handed to him and he provided great entertainment during the course of the afternoon.
|Michael Goggin Jnr|
|Deirdre wearing my GoPro camera|
What do you make of that?! It's different, that's for sure.
Now after we'd gotten close to a winning ride on the first attempt, I was hopeful on the second try. Saunders Paris is a game little mare and Deirdre confided in me that she had some 'ammunition' which I can only deduce to mean this horse, known affectionately to the family as Mandy. This race, as the one before, was over the distance of a mile and a half, so the riders started at the furthest point from the finish, turned the bale at what would be the finish next time, rode back to the 'start' and then turned for the finish. Each stretch between the bales therefore must be half a mile (nobody confirmed that but even with my questionable maths skills I'm fairly confident I've got that right). Coming to the bale the first time Deirdre and Mandy looked to be travelling well just behind the leader, although some jostling at the bale saw her get away fourth of the five runners to head back up the road. Once they rounded the corner out of Brendan's sight, the commentary switched to someone who was in view of the further point, although the quality of sound wasn't as clear and it was difficult to hear who was in front (also I was still getting to grips with that Cork accent). After they'd turned the bale Carol must have heard that Deirdre and Mandy had hit the front, and Brendan confirmed this as they rounded the bed. The duo were lengths clear of the field and cruising home to an emphatic victory; the camera was still recording and I was delighted to have captured that winning ride. Michael Jnr insisted that I join the family for the presentation photo, and I jokingly asked Michael Snr how much he would take for the mare (knowing full well he would never sell her). The man wouldn't even put a price on her; Carol assured me that Mandy was a part of the family and with them she would stay. I love when people make commitments like that. Some horses don't know how lucky they are.
We had a short break from filming as it was Michael Jnr's turn to ride in the fourth race, where he finished a respectable third. The favourite, IB Tweedy, had one of those 'mare days' when refusing to start twice, and was beaten in a tough finish by Hillside Mustang. Connections were disappointed, but after two wins from two starts leading into the race, I don't think they should be overly disappointed with her performances so far. Rumours suggest that the horse will cross the Irish Sea at some point in 2017 to race at one of the major grass track festivals in the UK. I hope the whole 'One For The Road' syndicate come with her so that I can show them some of the hospitality they showed me!
|Jamie Hurley & IB Tweedy|
|Maitha Buachaill (left) & Rhyds Ponder fight out the finish|
And then it was over. Everyone packed up and left. It was a whirlwind experience, one that I thoroughly enjoyed from start to finish. The road re-opened and normality resumed. And I went back to my hotel to process everything I'd seen.
That evening I bumped into Jamie Hurley as I was heading to the pub to meet up with some friends, and he wanted to know why he hadn't had the chance to wear the GoPro. Hindsight is a wonderful thing and his win on Maitha Buachaill would have been bloody fantastic to get on video. Logistically I was short on time to get the camera from one helmet to another as the races were pretty quickfire. I think he accepted my reason! But I was genuinely surprised at how popular an idea it was; I received a lot of queries about when the videos would be posted before I got around to editing them. The fact I had a camera also hadn't gone unnoticed, and I was pestered for a few days about when they would be ready. I set the privacy to 'public' on my Facebook page so that people I didn't know who had been there would be able to see them, and last night after they were published my Facebook just went CRAZY with notifications and shares and comments and tags. People were very complimentary about the photos though and it was great to be able to share that with everyone.
It was abundantly clear to me during my visit that the people of Cork who organise and compete in these races are fiercely proud of what they do. I think they should be commended for their enthusiasm, especially in the face of the perennial problem of decreasing numbers of horses and spectators, a problem which afflicts nearly every aspect of harness racing across the UK, Ireland and indeed North America. Cork is a thriving hub of harness racing and is the only region to sustain both a winter and summer season. I think they should be commended for getting and keeping horses fit in the depths of winter in reduced daylight hours and colder weather (although they have a much warmer microclimate than much of the rest of Ireland and it's a damn sight warmer there then Scotland!). Many of its organisation's members travel over to the UK to race at the premier meetings. The trek they make is incredible.
Above all else, they are so welcoming. I felt so at home there. Skibbereen, to sum it up crudely, is like a mirror image of where I grew up: Builth Wells (where the Brightwells Standardbred Sale is held every October). The only difference is that in Skibbereen, everyone has a horse instead of sheep! You can't go under the radar, no matter how hard you try. And in all honesty, I didn't really try that hard!
Would I go back to Skibbereen? Probably not. But only because now I want to tick every other winter road racing fixture off my list of places to visit. I think I may be pencilled in for Goleen in March 2018, what it being organised by my adopted Irish family, the Goggin clan!
Over and out,
#1 Groom (on tour)