The 12.45 iron bird from Cork to Heathrow never travelled as smooth, with us in the air by midday, no taxiing over London, bags out lively enough and before I know it, I am at my digs in Windsor Town by 1.30.

My landlords Steve and Ann Barry are in great health, thank God, and Ann has a pot of stew on the stove ahead of our trip to Windsor races that evening. We had gorgeous weather and as always, it’s a treat to have no camera, just walking and talking.