My day #1 of equine photography started at Belfast’s home raceway. This is racing as I remember from the 1970’s. I was a mother’s helper and they brought me along to the races to look after the kids; we always toured the stables beforehand so my boss’s husband could check the horses.

The smells are the same – love it! the curious horses checking us out, the busy manure-movers and the absent-minded jockeys with their thoughts on the race to come, have not changed over the years.