Our man watches three big heavyweight clashes at the Festival and two late winners that put everything into perspective.
Cheltenham day two starts with snow. Not sleet, not a wintry mix, thick flakes.
I get to the sanctuary of the Media Centre, the white stuff clinging to the remaining strands of my hair and the two coats that I’ve grabbed from the boot of the car. One of them won’t fasten.
But someone needs to head to the middle of the course to interview Patrick Mullins. So, I delegate, eat a bacon sandwich and thaw out.