Breaking new ground as Willie Mullins and I leave Deauville with less than we bargained for

Tuesday, July 1

And back to Arqana we go. You may recall that my last French shift ended with a mad dash from the Deauville breeze-up to Lisbon for a friend’s stag-do. 

Well, by a quirk of fate, the associated wedding coincided with the start of the Summer Sale. 

That is to say, this latest venture began with a mad dash from Northumberland to Deauville, via about four hours in my own bed on Monday night. Admittedly that’s more sleep than I managed on the stag-do.