Y ou may love it or hate it, but the Grand National is a British institution.
My mum always had a sneaky wager and I’ve carried on the tradition.
This year was no exception and as rare as the glorious sunshine that shone down on the big day, 66/1 chance Auroras Encore romped home the winner – a brilliant result for the bookies and an equally brilliant one for me.
With the statue on top of the Kings Theatre and my moggie both being called Aurora, how could I not have backed it?
But for me the best news was that all 40 runners made it home safely.
My winnings? Well, I’m splashing out on a Western riding weekend in the New Forest.
At least I won’t have to tackle Becher’s Brook!