I WOKE up after a vivid dream of Eleanor. I’d had quite a few recently. Eleanor was my half-sister. She was older than me – the daughter of Dad’s first wife, Dorrie. My mum only found out he had a fir

A Christmas wish for a family team, a fairy-tale ending for a young rider and a “king of the yard” finally gets his centre-line moment

Tessa Waugh enthusiastically swaps the meet for the match and is surprised to find that there are more parallels between the two winter sports than you might imagine

THE Janus Inn’s sign swung ominously in the gathering wind as Mairi and her bundle stood outside. Waiting for the coachman to appear, she looked towards the stout, ancient building, glad of the carous

Former jockey William Morgan on his curiosity to document the histories of Britain’s bygone racecourses

WE nearly owned a cat once. He caused something of a neighbourhood dispute, too. My other half advised keeping our heads down because of it, but I really couldn’t do that when pegging out the washing.