Tom Symonds’ diary: praying for rain

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If only Wordsworth could wander as a cloud, but rather than be lonely bring all his friends. An invasion of cumulonimbus clouds is much needed. There are indeed crowds of daffodils that dance in the serene sunshine, but all this dry springtime glamour turns a trainer’s mind into a habitat of turmoil. Sometimes it seems that every effort you make to ready horses for a race could be superfluous, as the ground will ground them to a firm halt. Complaining as I am, there is nothing to be done bar hope, pray or indeed – like Phil Collins – sing for a deluge.

No one wants to be building an Ark, but without some rain, horses won’t be loading two by two or perhaps at all. Racecourses will be under pressure to produce safe ground and I do feel for the clerks of the course and groundsmen who are working overtime to produce safe ground. We are all in the same boat – an ironic saying if there was one.