This week has felt less like winter racing and more like Mother Nature spinning a roulette wheel.  We started off scraping ice off everything in sight, frozen mornings and bitter temperatures making even the hardiest feel the cold.  Fast-forward a few days and suddenly we're dodging flash floods, wondering if we should be swapping wellies for a canoe.  Classic British weather at its most dramatic.

On the racing front its been just as quiet, with conditions far from ideal, runners have been thin on the ground and we've only sent out a couple of horses