Tea’s brewed. Racing Post at the doorstep and downloaded), car is ordered, passes waiting. Newmarket, Heathrow, Chepstow (just over the bridge) and back to Newmarket. My kind of day. Luca Cumani’s horses walk and graze just outside my window. My kind of town. A doorstop of a catalog for the Tattersalls Horses-in-Training Sale, mostly 3 and 4-year-old turf horses with pedigrees which would make Federico Tesio salivate. My kind of sale.