Good Morning Everyone, from a very grey and overcast Essex.

Tim, Steve and I left for our usual 1hr journey to Folkestone, to find that the M25 junction had been closed, so after an hour sitting in hardly moving traffic, we finally managed to get to Dartford Bridge.

We were frustrated, but not panicking as we knew that at least we would make it in time for Molly's race, which was the penultimate race on the card.

As we made our way through Kent, the rain began getting harder and harder, and at one point we were wondering if the meeting would be on once we got there.

Fortunately, the further down we went, the clearer the skies became, which lifted our spirits.

We eventually arrived at the course just in time to see the first race, so we quickly placed our bets and made our way to the stands. No winners for us this time though.

As we were watching the presentation for the first race, we were joined by Tim (Kittow), who advised us that his Dad was having a well earned sleep in the truck, following their four and a bit hour journey.

The four of us then went into the owners and trainers bar, and discussed Molly's forthcoming race. Obviously the ground was causing us some concern, as it had officially gone to soft. Tim and I remained in the bar, whilst my Tim and Steve went out to watch the next three races.

During the third race, we were joined by Stuart who said that Molly had travelled well, and was looking fine.

Finally, it was time for our girl to go, so we made our way to the pre-parade ring and watched both Molly, and Stuart's other horse, Norman Norman, who, we thought Stuart had placed in the same race as a pace-maker (well, anything Godolphin can do)! Both horses looked great.

It was then time to meet the Jockey's, and, as Norman Norman's owner is working away in Canada, we acted as surrogates for Norman. Stuart had already given his instructions to Jim Crowley in the weighing room, usual tactics, hold her up for as long as possible, and see how she took to the heavier ground.

Feeling a little tentative because of the ground conditions, we made our way to the stands to watch. Jim managed to get Molly in quite a good position on the rail, tucked in behind the first half dozen horses. She kept this position for two thirds of the race or so, and then began moving closer to the leaders. As the end of the race approached, she quickened up, going third or fourth at one stage, but then it became apparent that maybe the ground was best suited to some of the other contenders.

As they came across the line, Molly finished fifth, but was in the leading group, and there was a nice gap between her and the next horse.

All in all, given the less than ideal conditions, we were pleased with her performance, and were bolstered even further when Jim Crowley told us that she'd done everything he'd asked of her and felt certain that if it hadn't been for the ground, she's easily have placed. He was impressed with Molly and felt that she was a "cracking ride".

So there we have it, no more trophies yesterday I'm afraid, but her performance was promising. Maybe next time.

Thanks everyone, I'll post more info on Molly when I speak to Stuart later today.

Cheers Jax