Today is a perfect day. Not just any old great day, but the first truly perfect one for over six months. As I write this, I sit at my desk looking out over the green acres of a north London park. The leaves are that glorious autumnal reddish brown, the weather is crisp and bright, and God is in his English heaven. But those are merely some of the necessary parts of a perfect day. Because what lifts today from being merely wonderful to perfect is that, for the first time in half a year, there is racing at Cheltenham.

The first day of the annual two-day October fixture is the moment when we can start to properly enjoy racing again

The first day of the annual two-day October fixture is the moment when we can start to properly enjoy racing again. The flat serves its purpose in the months whe

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