The day the world turned orange (II) #GrandNational18


Parade of Champions


When I first went to Aintree six years ago, I wrote a blog called “the day the world turned orange”. I had been caught out by the wonderful world of scouse and I’ve been going back to Aintree every spring since.

I hadn’t had reason to write another blog since then, till yesterday, when I returned from Liverpool at around midnight and promptly watched the whole afternoon again , in the early hours of the morning. To save you that trouble, here’s the Racing Post’s 60 second review of the day.

If you are a fan of racing, and can bear the pain of a horse dying, then here is the Grand National in its 10 minute glorious denouement!

For Stella and me, the weekend will get better – Stella is a netball fan!

I am watching (as I blog) , the Chinese Grand Prix . Last night our train returned with Bournemouth fans going home after a 3-0 defeat to Liverpool. Our train passed Wembley, the scene of Man City’s 3-1 triumph over Tottenham.

Britain is a wonderful place to be a sports fan, but I can honestly say that there in nothing- nothing – that can compare with Aintree in the Sunshine and the smile of Davy Russell as he returns to the winning enclosure!

About henry tapper

Founder of the Pension PlayPen,, partner of Stella, father of Olly . I am the Pension Plowman
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