Good weekend. Dean Harrison ruled the Mount, as was expected. Nice to see one of Bazza's No7's, getting a caning in the parade laps. Had a nice memory lane chat with Mr.Whitham. Bands were good, and no doubt the Gold Cup in September will be a date to pencil on the calendar. A few teething problems were evident, but this meeting was a steep learning curve for Mick Grant and his associates. Finding where the programmes were sold was a challenge, and on clambering down the never ending flight of steps to Mere Hairpin to buy a pit entry pass, was told they had run out of wrist bands, but would get some more later, which was a big disappointment for me, as the paddock looked very busy, from the other side of the track, but couldn't be arsed to keep walking back there in the vain hope of the wrist bands turning up.Not a very exciting part of the country to ride to from the south,as lots of sections covered by average speed cameras. If I go again I'd take the car so could take a bigger tent, barbeque, beers etc. Great party atmosphere, and most of all the horrendous weather that was forecast, didn't materialise. Sea mist curtailed racing midway through Sunday afternoon, which was a shame, but that certainly didn't spoil my weekend. Another 576 miles racked up on the mighty thou.