One in particular had high hopes for his entry, Best Chance. As he got out of the Jaguar, and looked at the growing melee, he stuck his head back in and said “Looks like the bookies are going to have a big day today, girls.”
“Of course they are, Daddy - it’s the National!” Lucinda Ponsonby-Benson stepped out of the car and fixed her large white hat to her head with a hat pin. “Come on Tara - we want to get something to eat before the big race.”
Tara Smith, Luci’s friend and flatmate, climbed out of
The announcement over the tannoy system at Cheltenham race course caught the attention of the tall, willowy woman whose chestnut hat was pulled back under her designer hat.
“Daddy – they want to see you in the chief’s office!”
“All right, Lucinda – I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
The Colonel, dressed in a smart three piece suit, strode in the direction of the main stand as a blonde haired woman walked up to Lucinda.
“What’s up,” Tara asked as she handed her friend a drink.
“Nothing – jest trainer business I suspect. Did you get your winnings?”
Tara Smith patted the little clutch bag she had in her hand.
“Twenty pound at twenty-five to one against – that’ll pay some bills. So, who do you fancy for the next race?”
Luci laughed as she put her hand up to preven