Mrs Mustard visits .. Dorothy entertains.. spyche, Dougal and Zeb howl with merry laughter.. spooky connectivity in the air for palace runaways ..So-so returns momentarily .. Wild Caviare’s forecast changes.. Come on The Destitute!
Numinous Berkshire downs, yearlings graze, bluebird cruises.. fuel queues foolishly endorse frankly maude’s madness.. no panic, earthlings .. we still have feet, just have to remember how to use them – and make politicians walk
Newmarket on a wet Saturday afternoon. Wild caviare and spyche dream the dream – a dark bay colt for the Epsom Derby and a syndicate called The Destitute. If he doesn’t win we can eat him, says Caviare…
