Another from my memory archive series
THE RACE In a rural country vale Aylesbury's forgotten tale a steeplechase from memory long gone the four mile hunt from Waddesdon Twenty weighed in at the White Hart the old windmill .. the place to start riders famous & the well-heeled racing across ditch &field. each carrying twelve stone seven the starters flag dropped at exactly eleven across brook spinney & the Thame seeking the prize pot & fame in long furlong field the leaders showed to the roars from the turnpike road the well backed grey became the toast winning by a length at the red flagged post Year Posted 2007
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