CHELTENHAM: Another Festival to remember — for both good and bad

It really was the proverbial white-knuckle ride. Monday, at around 4.45pm, we landed at Birmingham Airport to be greeted by snow cascading from a grim sky. More of the white stuff accompanied us as we made our way up to Cheltenham.

Returning to the hotel from down town on Monday night at 10pm, the car in which we were travelling told us it was -3 degrees.

Tuesday morning and again it was crystal clear that getting racing on was going to be an uphill battle.