La Cote du Rye

I find myself in East Sussex, near Rye. It is extraordinarily pretty and we are staying with good chums who have no concept of the dangers of alcohol. Other than the journey which took almost 270 minutes, our time will be pleasantly spent celebrating the wedding anniversary of great friends. As we are not on parade until 1600, I suspect TV racing, al fresco lunch, idle chit chat and even perhaps a soupcon of the pink stuff will play their part in filling the time.

As the comms setup is fragile and I am fingering my 8” tablet, this will be brief. I am also unable to do the ratings today, but I do have some tips for the TV races.