IN the mid 1990s, having returned home from a year-long stay in Australia, I inadvertently stumbled on a career as a fence contractor. Prior to that, I had always intended to work in the farming industry but the downturn meant there were fewer jobs available.
I didn’t grow up in a racing environment but had some exposure to horses as a child. One of our most eagerly awaited family days out each year was the St Patrick’s Day point-to-point meetings at Shillelagh.
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