GETTING out of bed this morning, I definitely would not have looked out of place on the set of 28 Days Later - a zombie film that totally freaked me out, not to the same degree, however, as my own reflection did this AM.

Arriving in Dublin at midnight on Wednesday after a two-day conference in Barcelona, I had an early start to ride three lots in Jessica Harrington’s before heading to the Curragh to partner my darling champion, Hurricane Ridge, up the Old Vic.