We knew we didn’t want to waste time here. The sweepers were getting ready and were leaving at 4am – it was just prior to 3am at this point.
My stomach was eating itself from the inside out, hell I’d even stopped farting.
what makes someone get up on a Saturday morning, stand in a paddock, wave a cow bell & scream their lungs out for 12+ hours
A miler? That’s black magic that stuff.
How long is 'normal' to kiss a hard wooden pole without it looking weird.