A Five-Star Ode to the Warwick Farm Yearling Sales
It is with the utmost sincerity And not a dram of hyperbole That I declare the Warwick Farm Yearling Sale to be one of the most splendid annual experiences known to a soul who still finds joy in Grace Grandeur And the gentle majesty of thoroughbreds Each year With all the giddiness of a schoolgirl awaiting a long-lost beau I return to this pastoral haven nestled beyond the smog and bustle of Harbourside living It is an affair of the heart One that begins anew with every towering yearling and ends with memories steeped in the romance of racing dreams
From the moment one steps foot upon its verdant grounds The air So crisp So remarkably unspoiled Greets you like a long-forgotten lullaby There is not a high-rise nor a hum of industry in sight Only the lush sprawl of land and the low murmur of anticipation Though its facilities have been handsomely refreshed The racecourse maintains a charm so delightfully untouched by modern blight that one could almost imagine Mam’m Waterhouse herself remarking on its pastoral propriety
Ah But the yearlings ! Towering creatures of nobility They enchant with their velvet muzzles and vast Intelligent eyes Some all softness and affection Nooking and Nudging for your undivided attention like sweethearts in a country dance Others hold themselves with a regal aloofness Their very bearing declaring : I am bred for greatness ; I do not trifle One cannot help but be moved by Their promise Their pedigree Their unmistakable sense of purpose
As I meander for hours among these gentle giants I feel myself suspended in a world apart One where Destiny Devotion And equine elegance meet in harmonious accord To indulge in such company is a balm to the spirit
And then As though the day might not already be perfectly complete One steps into the Newmarket Room Restaurant Where rustic charm marries sophisticated repose The décor A patchwork of racing lore and gentleman’s club grace Whispers of heritage and heroics past Behind the soundproof glass The open kitchen becomes a theatrical display of culinary might : Flames leaping Chefs bustling And desserts being sculpted into divine finality
The fare Let it be said Is nothing short of an ode to rural refinement Each dish Beautifully plated and generously portioned Is a masterstroke of quality produce and balance Hearty enough to satisfy Refined enough to impress And oh How seamlessly the staff attend to one’s party Their service fluid and gracious As though they possess some uncanny sixth sense for timing and taste
Warwick Farm With all its rolling vistas and thoroughbred pageantry Is a place that stirs the soul Whether one seeks the thrill of future champions or the comfort of country luxury It delivers with Elegance Ease And a singular kind of joy For myself A city-dweller with dreams ever tethered to the turf It is an annual pilgrimage I cherish dearly A place where the heart races and the world slows
A Most Enchanting Affair Five stars...
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