I WAS asked to ride a mare Ramelton by my brother-in-law, Waring Willis, at Dundalk in a bumper. I had ridden her a lot in home work and got on well with her, as she was quite headstrong.

On the way to the start somebody, almost out of control, came up behind me fast and we got going faster and faster to the start which was down a short leg off the racecourse proper with a river at the end.