CHELTENHAM can be carnage. Not for the horses or the jockeys but for the racegoers, coinciding as it does with St Patrick’s Day and the glorious annual invasion of the inimitable Irish who, as we all know, love a good party. I adore Ireland and everything about it. It’s a beguiling place for sure and I could fill this entire magazine with reasons why I love it so. I just wish that I had been born there. Sometimes, after a day on the Guinness and a night on the whiskey, I dream
