Allertons managing director Adrian Wray on the glamour of silks, the royal colours and switching to scrubs during lockdown
A great pal of mine was riding in the Fox Hunters’ Chase at Aintree in 1988, in a roll-neck woolly jumper.
He fell, and the following day, having broken his collar-bone at Aintree – which he didn’t own up to – he rode at a point-to-point in horizontal snow. I refused to get out of the lorry. He was third in fearful conditions, and came back freezing cold and soaking wet.
I said, “It’s ridiculous; you spent all week trying to lose weight and come back in a woolly jumper that weighs a huge amount more than when it started out.”