Ooh, it's nerves time again. I can feel the butterflies brewing in my belly.

I'll be back up at Redcar on Monday for my third race and I hope to do a lot better than last time as regards my finishing position.

I think the last time I went there, which is two weeks ago now, I was put off by all the smog. All those factories, smoke and industrial estates were quite new to me, being the country girl that I am, but I'll know what to expect this time. I hope.

Of course, if it rains a lot over the weekend I might not go up at all and instead race at Doncaster a week today.

I've heard mixed reviews about the place but I've never been there before and so will reserve judgement.

Anyway, best go - a few more horses have moved in at Wold House today and I think it'll be nice to take round a cake to welcome them to the area.

Hopefully I'll get there before my stablemate, Regal Song, so I can warn them that he'll probably bore them with tales of how he won at Windsor on Monday a week after finishing third at Pontefract - he's bored the rest of us.

Regards,

Evening Press.