Fakenham, probably the best racecourse in the world

It would have definitely been the best racecourse in the world if not for the lack of sausage rolls on offer when we finally arrived. But, in fairness, that's not Fakenham's fault, it's Brandon's. Brandon is undoubtedly the most ghastly town in all East Anglia, even worse if you're stuck in an interminable traffic jam outside the bingo hall when all you want to do is get to Fakenham to watch That Look and the debut of Take Me There and, more importantly, scoff a load of what my husband insists are 'the best sausage rolls you'll find anywhere'.

Fakenham's chief sausage roll orderer perhaps didn't take into account the massive half-term crowd and That Look, a member of my jumps 12-to-follow did his best to further spoil my enjoyment by finishing last of four after posting two wins before the competition started. His trainer and our neighbour Don Cantillon assured me he was 'a darling of a horse'. I'm not so sure.

But not even lack of pastry and 12-to-follow winners could blunt Fakenham's unique and homely charm. If only some of the big faceless racecourse groups would take a leaf out of its book. Long live the country tracks, especially Norfolk's finest, which now rivals Kelso as my favourite racecourse in Britain (just don't tell Carolynn).

The lovely Take Me There, aka Tacky The Tractor, was, of course, responsible for providing much of the fun with a rousing Bumper win under AP McCoy. You've read all about him on John's blog but he really did give us all a memorable day, even though we could barely remember it the following day after popping into the Yard to watch Discreet Cat's Breeders' Cup run after a slap-up meal at the Fountain (still no sausgae rolls, had to settle for spring rolls) and (ha!) rolling out several hours and many more bottles later.

Having sulked for quite a while about not going to the Breeders' Cup this year, I was relieved not to be there when I saw the hideous conditions at Monmouth and, of course, the saddest finale with the loss of George Washington. Too awful for words. Who needs the Breeders' Cup when you have a track as friendly as Fakenham? They even let dogs in - now what could be better?