Seventeen years ago, I bred my first little racehorse. A Sundon filly
whom I christened La Grande-Duchesse. Tales of ‘Duchess’ are still current,
many years later. She might have been a Duchess, but she was NOT a lady. No one
liked her, she was such a bad, bad girl. No one, that is, except me.
The demon Duchess |
She put an end to any career as a racehorse she might have had by
driving Murray Edmonds, her unflappable trainer, into a gorse hedge and then
sitting down (with sulky and Murray attached) in the racecourse carpark, and
refusing to move.
Fritzl wins at Rangiora |
Next was Lucie de
Gerolstein who also won once, but showed some of her mother’s bad habits, third
came Duchesse de l’amour who picked up two wins in a brief career, and then
there was a gap, which should have been filled by Anna and Franco …
Lucie |
Franco |
But a few months ago, Duchess’s last Gerolstein baby made her race
debut. Ruth Celeste Petite. Raced by our friends Shirley and Lisa Marrion, and
trained by … you guessed it, the same Murray Edmonds who did his all to get her
wicked mamma to the races. ‘Maddy’ (she has a map on Madagascar on her
forehead) began splendidly. Fine manners. No galloping. Two second placings in
her first three races.
Today she went to Rangiora, with Wendy and PGB in attendance. All there
is to say is that she went straight to the front, trotted perfectly all the way
while the other favourites didn’t, and cruised to the finish line five lengths
clear of the field. Duchess: four winners out of four starters. And I think if
this girl stays solid, she should be winning again soon..
Addendum: Duchess’s mother, Gwen herself didn’t do badly as a brood
mare, producing the classy Seppl (6 wins) and the bombproof Montmorensy (3
wins, exported) of her three foals to race.
Seppl wins at Addington |
Here comes Monty! |
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