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bit of a holiday, or at least if he thinks he will he 



knows he won't. He is at Lingfield on one day, 



at Chester the next, and after riding in the last race 



there on Thursday rides in the first at Kempton on 



Friday. From Doncaster to Warwick, Warwick to 



Ayr, Ayr to Windsor — that is the sort of week's 



work you sometimes have. A lot of travelling, and 



then there is the weather. You hear people talk 



of the sort of day they wouldn't turn a dog out in ; 



but the jockey has to turn out half a dozen times 



in the afternoon, to reach the post as wet as if he 



had been in a river (you may not like the look of 



the waterproof leggings that some of us have lately 



taken to wearing, but you criticise appearances 



from a dry corner of the stand) and then to wait at 



the post in a bitter wind perhaps for the best part 



of half an hour — a long way the worst part, you 



would be inclined to consider it — before you get 



off. Then back to the dressing-room and a dry 



pair of breeches which get as bad as the others in 



three minutes. Fm not complaining, you know. 



It's all in the day's work. I am only showing that 



there are two sides to that beautiful picture of the 



luxurious jockey making a heap of money in such a 



pleasant and easy fashion. 



It is not so easy to talk about what you call 

 the technical part of the business. If you asked 



