Today sees the first day of what used to be called the Western Meeting, perhaps the epicentre of Scotland’s Flat-racing calendar
It’s a meeting that can be run in the brightest and warmest of sunshine, and the murkiest of Ayr’s welcomes to winter, with rain and salt in the air and a chill wind that makes the word dour sound like a death knell.
The PR people have had their say, and it is now a Festival rather than the far more
