We’ve had the first review in the Bath Chronicle, which is online at http://www.thisisbath.co.uk/History-Bath-racecourse-book-looks-like-favourite/story-13025529-detail/story.html
It’s not judgmental, but it’s certainly sufficient to give people an idea about the book. A minor quibble is that it’s incorrect to say there was racing in 1663 at Lansdown. But people won’t know that till they buy it. I’m told there should be a review in the Bristol Times by now. Each review should generate some more sales. Always the pessimist, I remain perpetually anxious that we won’t sell enough.
As expected, the crowd at Bath races on Friday night were not there for literature. The Cider Festival and the Wurzels were on their minds rather more. The food and drink outlets were heavily patronised, as was the fleet of portaloos brought in for the occasion. I was at least able to see some racing, having seen none on book launch night when I was on duty selling and signing.
When the Wurzels started playing after the last race, I found that standing fifty yards from the stage was a sufficiently eardrum-perforating experience and retired to my car. I intended leaving straight away, the Wurzels not being one of my favourites, but it so happened that from the car I had a clear, albeit distant view of the stage. Furthermore, with the windows open I could hear the words of the songs much more distinctly. Reflecting on the events of the evening, I watched other racegoers who chose not to stay for the concert making their way back to their cars. Presumably they weren’t fans of the group, but many were unable to prevent themselves from dancing or skipping along to the music.
I sat and sat and sat in the car, listening to the agricultural delights of “The Champion Dungspreader”, and then their tribute to the marrow, whose chorus went, “Oh, What A Beauty! I’ve Never Seen One as Big as That Before.” I realised I was in danger of being brainwashed into listening to “just one more” again and again. I snapped out of it and made good my getaway.
In contrast, the next day I visited the couple who are renovating Alfred Day’s house at Fontwell. The house had been cleared years ago when the last of the Day family died, but they nevertheless found a few mementos behind a fireplace which they showed me. I talked through some of my research files and a couple of hours whipped past, with the result that we are both going to copy, send or find out things for the other.
I should mention a great fan of National Hunt racing called Paul Davies. For the last fifteen or more years he has produced booklets about some of the major jump races and also those that have interesting backgrounds. They are well known to jump fans without being household names, eg the Charlie Hall Chase at Wetherby, the Imperial Cup at Sandown and the Topham Trophy at Aintree. Other jump racing subjects are covered, including reviews of individual years in the 19th century, “Jumping at Wolverhampton” and, a few years ago, a history of Taunton races. All these contain lots of statistics and can justifiably be called the complete record of each subject. Indeed, his enterprise is called The Complete Record. I have quite a few of his booklets and recommend that any lover of jump racing should obtain a copy of his catalogue of over fifty publications. Write to him at 38 Manor Road, Hoylake, Wirral, Cheshire CH47 3DF.
Next time, how my Bath book has inadvertently stolen someone else’s scoop.