My patience is wearing thin as racing waits for a leader to step up and act

When it comes to matters of horses and cultivation, the outlook adopted by the late Sir Henry Cecil is often one I find myself coming back to.

Patience, he preached, whether that was with a filly not wanting to shift her winter coat or whether it was a pesky rose bush seemingly laying dormant even as the sun started to beat down on his famed garden at Warren Place.

Cecil knew that with patience, nature would do its thing, eventually, and all would kick into gear. You might be able to help things a little here and there, but in the end having the patience and the faith in the system would yield its own benefits in the long run.