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ATO

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AWAI T T HE DAWN

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BR AV E T IN SOL DIER

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GOLDEN SWORD

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M U L L I N S B AY

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SOLSK JAER

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ST. PE T ER SBURG

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TR AFFIC GUARD

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VISIONAIRE

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Where are we going to, my lovely? YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE. BUT IF YOU DO IT RIGHT, ONCE IS ENOUGH. I have never really been far away from the world of racehorses. In that sense, I am a fully-paid-up member of the “secret society”. The racing fraternity gathers each morning on stud farms and at training tracks when normal people are still in bed: it’s a fellowship with its own language and humour, and an unwritten code of rules. Dinner table conversations at home were dominated by horses, and photographs of the noble beasts looked down upon the family from the walls. From the back door of the farmhouse, you smelt soiled straw and fresh hay. Les Carlyon reminded me that racehorse owners are different. Most of them have an engineer’s sense of precision, a mind that gravitates towards the objective and the rational. They like to bring order and reason to complex matters. Horse people are seldom like that. We can be rational and pragmatic too, but we tend to rank those things behind matters of the heart. To be good in our game, you need a touch of the mystic and the artist, which is right enough, because we are in the racehorse business, and racing is seldom scientific. Thoroughbreds do things machines can’t; they’re crafted, not manufactured. If you witnessed Brian Joffe’s embrace of Mike de Kock following the Shea Shea massacre in Dubai, you’ll know what I mean. Big deals make big men excited, but racehorses turn big men into little boys. I know things in the bloodstock business have been tough the past few years, but if you’ve survived till now, you’re going to be fine. Trying to predict the future is like trying to predict the weather. You can’t let the last storm impact the way you think. Besides, the worm has definitely turned; you can feel it at racehorse sales the world over. Last November, the Emperors Palace Ready To Run posted its fourth consecutive record. When we initiated this event with our good friend Chris Smith 26 years ago, we held the cocktail party under the old oak tree outside the farm office. It was historic for the fact that it was the first sale of its kind in the Southern Hemisphere. Twenty turned up, six from the farm, six from the sales company, six customers and two children. Who would’ve thought that a quarter of a century on, the welcome address to a packed audience in the palatial gardens of the sponsor’s grounds, would open with “Their Majesties King Letsie and Queen Masenate, and Her Serene Highness Princess Charlene”?

Cover photograph: Await The Dawn by Trevor Jones

At a time when many of my contemporaries are winding down, we’re gearing up for the next chapter. It’s a game you can play to the grave. Right now, South Africa is on the cusp of a scientific breakthrough with its export protocols: that, and Mike de Kock’s annus mirabilis in Dubai, will be the game-changers. There is an exuberance to stallions which I can’t explain. I know the five senses well, but there is nothing to match the thrill of knowing you’ve got your hands on a gem. The trick is to keep calm. And book a test drive. Which leads me to my point: there are moments in the horse game you never forget. One of those was the running of Ireland’s Kilternan Stakes two years ago. My curiosity was pricked by the sight of an unknown youngster demolishing a Group class field by nine lengths, not so much for the fact he might one day find his way to Summerhill, but because it appeared to herald the dawn of a new international star. He repeated the dose at Chester on his next start, decimating his foes in the way Usain Bolt would exit a bunch of neighbourhood joggers. Racing can be an emotional journey: it is always yearning for a hero. This day seemed like an overture. It was. The opera took its form a month later. Await The Dawn had kept his best for The Queen. As one who’d lived on a diet of the “boys in blue”, Dubai Millenium, Dubawi and the like, for the first time in twenty years, I felt my loyalties shift. Here was an opponent I could love. The only let-down was that he eased up to win by three when the heroic gesture would’ve been a display of galloping prowess rarely seen on a racecourse. It should’ve been, and it would’ve been heroic. But then Await The Dawn wasn’t just a hero. He was a star. Fate then dealt us a generous hand. It is a sad statement on the value of our currency that we are unable to compete for the most accomplished of the world’s stallion prospects. We occasionally have to prosper through the adversity of others. A life-threatening illness put a line under the horse’s career; unfulfilled promise becomes the “kiss of death” in circumstances like these, and suddenly he is a possibility for the Summerhill paddocks. We weren’t alone in our belief that in Await The Dawn, we’d seen one of Europe’s best middle distance performers of his generation. The world’s most respected rating agency declared him a Group One winner in

waiting, but the only ones waiting now are those of us who look forward to his “second coming”. The fellows in our Stallion barn have long sung the virtues of Brave Tin Soldier. A world record priced foal, an elite juvenile and a top-notch Group quality miler, the “pope” combines two-year-old class with a classic heritage. Despite the intensity of the competition, nobody here was surprised to see him top the “First Crop” sires averages at the National Yearling Sale. If they run like they look, who’s going to control the noise? One of the most persuasive reasons for using Visionaire in his third season, comes from our fellow breeders. They’ve seen the foals, and they sent him a hundred choice mates because of them. But they’ve also seen the movie, and they know the horse. Don’t be fooled by the muscular curves of his “engine”; when he straightened for the line in the King’s Bishop, he motored home like few other horses in the great race’s history. Sometimes, you just have to grab the keys, and run. One thing we’ve learnt in this business, is that nothing is impossible. Miracles just take a bit longer. Thirty years ago, with little but hope on our side, we bought ourselves a cripple. But Northern Guest refused to play the invalid; he became the Southern Hemisphere’s most celebrated son of the greatest stallion the world had ever known. Now, we have to believe that in our present assembly, our stallion barn has never been better served in the quality of its incumbents. It seems the legacy of Sadler’s Wells will live on principally through the influences of Galileo, Montjeu and the remarkable High Chaparral. It may seem impudent to compare anything with the immortality of Sadler’s Wells, but it’s a fact that High Chaparral is the only stallion since his father to get six Group One winners from his first year at stud, as well as an Australian Triple Crown king this season. We all know what Mike de Kock had to say about his best-performed Northern Hemisphere product, Golden Sword. He served a royal book of mares in his inaugural season, a tribute no doubt to the fact that in 18 years of World Cup history, none of the winners of the world’s richest race have covered the 2000 metre trip quicker than he did. Not Dubai Millenium, not Cigar, not Street Cry. Kipling taught us to trust ourselves when others doubt us, and this time last year, some of us had already forgotten that Mullins Bay was not a precocious two-year-old. That he has rocketed to the head of a formidable line-up of contemporaries, Stronghold, Trippi, Black Minnaloushe and King Of Kings, by the earnings of his individual runners, is a salute to patience, the exploits of Gitiano, who’s within a stride or two of the best of his generation, and a filly whose victims while she was unbeaten, included the Group One queen, Blueridge Mountain. And now he has a quintet of very smart juveniles in his second crop. Another who did not race at two is A.P. Arrow, who turned out the best racing son of the best American stallion worldwide in 2009. While it is so that he already has a Black type juvenile in his first crop, the best of them are in some of the best yards in the land, and the best is yet to come. It is one of the truisms of the “A.P. Indys” that they get better with age. And they get better with distance. Hell, man, they just get better. If there’s one thing racing fans like more than a fairytale ending, it’s a great comeback. A while ago, the once-famous Halo male line looked headed for extinction. Out of the blue, Sunday Silence and More Than Ready have delivered a valedictory flourish to a strain that had been ebbing away for the best part of three decades. Right now, nothing is more current, more fashionable or more desirable in a stallion line-up, than a son of one of these two sires. That Admire Main and Traffic Guard are part of our show, is an acknowledgement of the value of relationships. Our customers span twenty-two time zones from Japan to the United States, and it’s thanks to our good friends, the Yoshidas and Dr. Jim Hay, that these fine racehorses are here.

in Group One and Stakes class from 800 to 2000 metres, all their predictions were turned upside down. But then, they remind us, he’s a son of Sunday Silence. Speed, heart, conformation, these are the trademarks of the best racehorses. For Traffic Guard though, it was all in the family. A precocious, unbeaten juvenile at 1200 metres, he carried his speed to the distance of the July. He carried his class to within a half length of the world’s best three-yearold, New Approach, in a Group One, and he carries the blood of one of the world’s sexiest sirelines. What else could a woman want? Any racing fan worth his salt knows the Australian star, Black Caviar. Grandstands and bars bear her name, some as far afield as England. Her granddad was the regal racehorse, Royal Academy, whose glittering stud career left close to 170 Stakes winners, 27 of them at the highest level. The search among studmen for that elusive beast with speed, substance and superior genes is never ending, and as a top-of-the-sale, dual Group One-winning son of Royal Academy at six furlongs and a mile, Ato is the complete package. His six length annihilation of globe-trotting Krypton Factor, hot off his own crowning moment in the world’s richest sprint, was the final act for a tribe celebrated in South Africa by the champion stallions, Silvano and Dancing Champ. Maybe the search stops right here. We’ve always said that Summerhill is what it is today, because our people have shaped the course of their own destinies. History has not been kind to those who entrench the past, but almost always smiles on people who embrace the future. The acquisition of Await The Dawn is an epic in the annals of our sport. For the first time, members of our disadvantaged community have got “skin” in the game. The generosity of a like-minded banker has put them in the box seat for another industry revolution. For the sake of the sport and his connections, it would’ve been better if the horse had played to the full extent of his repertoire. Racing though, has never relied on the aesthetic. It is a contest, not a ballet. The primeval struggle is its essence; beauty is the by-product, not the aim. Racing has been good to Cheryl and me. And it has been good to the greater Summerhill family. It has taken us to faraway lands, it has made us many close friends. It’s taken us to the top of the mountain a modern record of nine consecutive times, and it’s sat us down with The Queen of England. Importantly, it’s shown us that kids from the sticks, like us, can make a name for themselves from nothing, and sometimes aspire to excellence. Above all, it’s taught us that you only live once. But if you do it right, once is enough.

Admire Main was a cracking racehorse, we all know that. Second best of his classic generation. But siring quality juveniles was not on his radar; keen bloodstock students were always content to wait for his first progeny to turn three. With eleven winners from sixteen runners, three

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“It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Keen bloodstock students were content to wait for his first crop to turn three. All their predictions suddenly turned upside down. Eleven winners from sixteen runners in his homeland, three in Group One and Stakes-class, from 800 to 2000 metres. But then, they remind us, he’s a son of Sunday Silence.”

For what we are about to receive… Well, we never knew anyone who wasn’t truly grateful

• Winner of his first four starts at 2 and 3; a Juvenile Special Weights, a Listed, a Group Three and a Group Two, in that order.

• Touched off a neck as one of the starting favourites in the Japanese Derby (Gr 1) on his fifth start. • Joint second top-rated racehorse of his generation.

• Son of Sunday Silence, breed-defining stallion of the modern era, from one of the best farms in the world. • Now doing what he was bred to do. Breeding racehorses in the Sunday Silence mould. • Get in, before he gets out of reach.

THE WISE

Ronnie Napier

Bridget Oppenheimer

Alan Magid

Paul Lafferty

Bruce Le Roux

Alesh Naidoo

AND THE WONDERFUL

R1 113 873 earner Cutlass

AT THE RACES In Japan, 4 wins, 1500-2400m, 4 places, at 2 and 3 Timeform 120 lbs.

Won Juvenile Special Weights (1500m) by 6 lengths

Won Conditions WFA Listed (1800m) by 9 lengths

Won Mainichi Hai Gr 3 (1900m) by 2 1/2 lengths

Won Aoba Sho (Japan Derby Trial) Gr 2 (2400m) by 6 lengths

2nd Tokyo Yushun (Japan Derby) Gr 1 (2400m) by a neck

3rd Kikuka Sho Gr 1, beaten 11/2 lengths by Champion Meisho Samson

Earned US$2,054,829

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Sunday Silence Chef de Race. Colossus

Promotion Group Winner. Dam of three Group winners

R269 648 earner Nozomi Okan Hail To Reason Champion Sire

Halo Breedshaper

Cosmah Blue Hen Understanding Champion Handicapper

Wishing Well Dam of a Champion

Mountain Flower Founder of a Dynasty Woodman Champion Sire

Hector Protector Champion Racehorse

Assertion Matriarch

Korveya Broodmare of the Year Assert Champion Racehorse Yes Please Daughter of a Champion

Turn-To Nothirdchance Cosmic Bomb Almahmoud Promised Land Pretty Ways Montparnesse Edelweiss Mr Prospector Playmate Riverman Konafa Be My Guest Irish Bird Mount Hagen Thankful

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Group One performer Admiral’s Eye

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The Green, Green Grass of Home THE TIPPERARY OF THE SOUTH

I was lucky where I grew up, 20 miles outside the remotest village in 1950s Pondoland. Home was a trading station, where my father dealt in general goods and fattened cattle. Life was tough but it was good, and before my schooldays, my only friends were young Pondo boys from the local community. My first language was Xhosa, and my first love was cricket. In the context of our modern South African society, it was the ideal upbringing. Somehow though, horses were always destined to intervene in my life. Ever since I sat on a potty, I had a Duff’s Turf Guide in my hands, and I practised my riding skills on a sweet-natured mare called Gift. This was the life, and it’s what we called “home”. My mother knew both the fascinations and the pitfalls of the turf. It is about dreams, rather than probabilities. It involves risk, physical and financial. And here we have touched on a part of its greatness, one of the reasons for the lore and the literature. All great sport involves putting something on the line. All great sport demands some pain, the element of mortal chance, ritualised codes of conduct. That is why racing, rugby and cricket have spawned such great writing. That is why jogging has not, and remains forever a middle class fad. My father had a different view. He felt that flawed people were more interesting than saints, so that the outrageous Randolph Churchill seemed a richer character than his canonised father. He taught me to know stock. He had an infallible eye. He knew that some faults and blemishes didn’t matter too much, and that others, like straight shoulders and shallow girths, were the road to poverty. He taught me about pedigrees, but he knew that a pedigree was just a piece of paper. You had to feed a horse

to make that pedigree run. Sometimes that pedigree would not run, no matter what you fed it. He also taught me the art, a gentle art in this case, of persuading people of the virtues of owning a racehorse. The hamlet of Lusikisiki was a hub of civilization in those days: we even had a resident doctor. It was a melting pot of tribes, of cults and cultures, a tiny metropolis in a distant world. The one thing about which there was no argument, was religion. You were either Catholic, or you were Protestant. The village hall, which doubled as a “flick” house as well as the local boxing gym, still stands. Catholic funerals were sometimes held there, along with the St Patrick’s Night Ball. I once heard somewhere that the Gosses were either “devout Catholics or confirmed alcoholics”. Our branch was Protestant, and I guess that’s why in 1820, my settler namesake, Michael, forsook the Emerald Isle. The railway goods shed is still there too, its corrugated iron walls shot through with rust. Pigeons look down proprietorially from the roof spars, and the floor is carpeted with their feathers. The cemetery is east of the village. The Catholic section is hard up against the fence on the eastern side. The Protestants are hard up against the western fence. Between the two is a gap of perhaps 50 yards, which this afternoon, is populated by three non-denominational pied crows, lazing about in the sun. There wasn’t much more to Lusikisiki besides the local watering hole, the “Royal”, the cricket pitch and the racecourse. But it was home. You wouldn’t recognise our little ‘dorp’ these days. It is a frenetic, aromatic, run-through-the-bushes trading post, scruffy on the inside, bleak on the outside. Twenty-four hours of this kind of energy, makes you long for your

mother. Yet it produced the owner of the 1946 Durban July winner, which in turn planted the seeds for nine national Breeders’ titles. And still, it was home. Beyond cricket, the one thing that thrived in our country villages, was horseracing. In addition to blessing the races, the Catholic fathers even provided the bookmakers. My grandfather taught my father to love the game, and my father taught me to do the same. Dad won a race at Matatiele one day, and doing a little arithmetic as the truck floated us home, he reckoned he’d paid out nearly as much in slings, gratuities and effervescent note-shoving, as he’d taken in prize money. It never bothered him at all. He was a racing man: damn the arithmetic. The same day, a partnership of ten had won a R600 race, and promptly spent R700 on framed photographs of the finish. Our isolation was no cure for the racehorse “disease”. I remember vividly the six-hour, three-puncture dirt road journey to the Durban July, through the “racing” suburbs of Clairwood and Montclair. These places were all about the South Africa of that era, a land of beef, wool, sugar and flattopped flamboyant trees. Here was a pastoral enclave which smelt of the country, even if it was within walking distance of the inner city. The produce of the hinterland ended up here, wool from the sandstone hills of East Griqualand, fat lambs from the Natal Midlands, and bullocks from the verdant valleys of Mooi River. Here were wool stores, the headquarters of the Woolbrokers Federation, the sugar terminal, great brick edifices built for the ages, and long warehouses crammed with hides, the stiff pelts of sheep, cattle, jackals and rabbits. Everywhere there were racing yards. Despite my mother’s protestations, I was smitten, a victim for life of the racehorse drug. When I was fifteen and suffering from an allergy, my father took me to a specialist in Durban, who scratched my arm and exposed it to the toxins from horse hair, feed and hay. My arm reacted to everything. “That’s alright”, the doctor said, “all you have to do to be free of this for the rest of your life, is stay away from horses and stables.” Outside, as we walked up the Marine Parade, I turned to my dad and said “We’ve done our money.”

For all its other attractions and its proximity to the Wild Coast, Lusikisiki was not great farming country. Sometimes it was feast, most times it was famine. For a few of the earliest years, God, even if he was a Catholic, smiled on old “Siki”. For a while, farmhouses and trading stations sprang up till there were some that were in sight of each other. Then there were years of locusts, internecene riots, droughts and dust storms. The proverb was wrong: the rain didn’t always follow the plough. But it was still home. That’s why, when our turn came, we did what my dad had taught us. Good ground, good water and a good climate, are the “not-negotiables” of good horse country. Toss in good people, and you find yourself in Mooi River. Summer in some parts of the horse-rearing world means dust and a blazing sun that gives off a white glare. Summer at Summerhill is sublimely warm. There is always moisture in the soil, the grass holds a generous tinge of the green, and the clover stands to attention. Here there’s no need for farmers to struggle with stringy merino wethers; you can run five big Friesian cows to the hectare, without difficulty. Things grow. This is the Tipperary of the South. Kind country, paddocks bordered with clipped hedges of Drakensberg privet or sweet-smelling may, poplars, planes and liquid ambers along the farm lanes, old oaks encrusted with lichen around the farmhouses. Horses thrive here, partly because the land is generous, but also because the men and women who raise them, are stockmen. Unlike their counterparts in the cheque-book world you read about in overseas magazines, where buying a nomination to the hottest stallion in town is thought to be the panacea for breeding a good horse, these people live with their horses. They are not just pedigree pages, they are flesh and blood. Like me, my wife comes from a background of toil at the grindstone, of modest living and hard habits. As the eldest child in a Catholic family of seven, she left school early to lessen the burden on a prolific father. Like us though, old Stanley Harrison is a die-hard racing man of the Nelson Mandela vintage. And like the rest of the Summerhill family, for the past thirty-five years, he’s enjoyed calling this place “home”.

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The Star Son of the World’s Star Sire of Sires

THE PEDIGREE • Brother to another millionaire, Geri and two other Stakes winners, Clure and Almonsoon. • From a 3/4 sister to South American sire legend, Hussonet.

BRED ON THE SAME A.P. INDY/MR PROSPECTOR CROSS AS ALL OF A.P. INDY’S LEADING SIRE SONS Name

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THE RACEHORSE • Multiple Graded Stakes winner of US$1,479 million (more than R14million). • Five Grade One performances including three quality efforts against World Champions Curlin and Invasor.

Bernadini

Mr Prospector

Grade One winner

$ 3 060 480

Leading Sire

Mineshaft

Mr Prospector

Grade One winner

$ 2 283 402

Leading Sire

A.P. Arrow

Mr Prospector Grade Two winner

$ 1 479 000

Emerging Sire

Congrats

Mr Prospector

Grade Two winner

$ 998 960

Champion Sire

Pulpit

Mr Prospector

Grade Two winner

$ 728 200

Sire of Sires

Tapit (Grandson) Mr Prospector

Grade One winner

$ 557 300

Champion Sire

THE STALLION • The judges have spoken. You can’t say you didn’t get the heads up.

Flatter

Mr Prospector

Stakes placed

$ 148 815

Leading Sire

Malibu Moon

Mr Prospector

Allowance winner

Champion Sire

33 840

One of the truisms of the A.P. Indy stock, is that they get better with age. And they get better with distance. Heck, they just get better. Lane’s End Weekender

AT THE RACES In the USA and UAE, 5 wins, 1600-2000m, 14 places, from 3 to 6. Earned US$1,479,000. Timeform equivalent 125lbs. at 3 Won Maiden Special Weights (6 furlongs) Churchill Downs 2nd Super Derby Gr 2 (now Gr 1) (10 furlongs) Louisiana Downs 5th Belmont S. Gr 1 (12 furlongs) third start to Afleet Alex, Gainesway sire at 4

Won Allowance (8 furlongs) Saratoga Won Allowance (9 furlongs) Saratoga 2nd $500K Hawthorne Gold Cup Gr 2 (10 furlongs) 3rd Clark Hcp Gr 1 (9 furlongs) to Champion Premium Tap

at 5 Won Clark Hcp Gr 2 (now Gr 1) (9 furlongs) defeating Claiborne stallion, Political Force Won Skip Away Hcp Gr 3 (9 furlongs) from multiple Gr 1 winner, Brass Hat 3rd Donn Hcp Gr 1 (9 furlongs) to World Champion, Invasor 3rd Gulfstream Park Hcp Gr 1 (9.5 furlongs) to Gainesway sire, Corinthian 3rd Arlington Park Hcp Gr 2 (9.5 furlongs) 3rd $500K Hawthorne Gold Cup Gr 2 (10 furlongs) 4th Dubai World Cup Gr 1 (10 furlongs) to World Champion, Curlin at 6 2nd Donn Hcp Gr 1 (9 furlongs) to multiple Gr 1 winner, Spring At Last 4th Woodward S. Gr 1 (1 mile) to World Champion, Curlin

A.P. Indy Emperor of American Stallions

Garimpeiro Dam of two millionaires and four Stakes winners

Seattle Slew Triple Crown Legend

Weekend Surprise Blue Hen

Mr Prospector All Time Champion Broodmare Sire USA Far Flying Founder of a Dynasty

Bold Reasoning Sire of a World Beater My Charmer Dam of a Champion Secretariat Triple Crown Legend Lassie Dear Matriarch Raise A Native Breed Shaper Gold Digger Blue Hen Far North Brother of a Champion Nalees Flying Flag Matriarch

Boldnesian Reason To Earn Poker Fair Charmer Bold Ruler Somethingroyal Buckpasser Gay Missile Native Dancer Raise You Nashua Sequence Northern Dancer Fleur Hoist the Flag Nalee

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The Day has Dawned GOOSEBUMPS COME STANDARD

There are moments in racing you never forget. Like Secretariat’s Belmont, like Frankel’s Queen Elizabeth, Horse Chestnut’s J&B Met. Two years ago, Ireland’s Kilternan Stakes was the scene for a piece of thoroughbred theatre. It was the Group race debut of a leggy, pimple-faced colt whose biological third birthday was still in front of him. The grapevine in racing is notoriously short around good horses, especially in Ireland, where the Papal injunction has guaranteed big families, and there are many mouths to feed. The word from Ballydoyle was so strong, it had penetrated every pub and fairy fort in the south, from Thomastown to Tipperary. Await The Dawn did not disappoint. By the time the gates opened, he was deep in the red, and he made the bookmakers pay. Easing down by nine. Never again till his illness at York, would punters see better than odds-on. The turf’s accountants know a good thing when they see it, and here was a very good thing. England’s fans are sticklers for tradition, and the one thing they’ve preserved at the Chester racing festival, is the daily parade of the combatants through the city streets. The racecourse is one of those idiosyncrasies of British life, a throwback to Roman times, when it served as a harbour for slave-driven galleys. Its tight turns are more like a chariot track than a racecourse, more a coliseum than a park. Chester’s Huxley Stakes is the setting for Await The Dawn’s next encounter and this time, the “bookies” take no chances. This fellow is “box office”. The demolition that follows is reminiscent of the naval battles that brought the Romans to these shores in the first place. As they turn, he delivers a withering sprint: with fully a furlong to run, the chequered flag comes out. It’s like the moment the big stranger steps through the saloon doors and the plinky-plunk piano dies. The new sheriff looms in the rush. Now it’s flying fists, smashed whisky bottles, and the newcomer crashes through the plate glass window. This movie obviously hasn’t reached its final reel. We aren’t the only ones that see it this way. Await The Dawn “is clearly ready for Group One company”, says Timeform. Now for Ascot. The “Royal” version, that is. The best sporting idea the English ever had. Older than all the football clubs in Europe; older than Ashes cricket; older, for that matter, than the nation of South Africa. The Aussies call theirs “the race that stops the nation”, which is fair enough, because the Melbourne Cup has been known to suspend the federal parliament. But Royal Ascot, the brainchild in 1711 of Queen Anne, stops the world for a week. True-blue racing people the world over, want to be seen among the toffs at Royal Ascot; better still, they want to be winning at Royal Ascot. Best polish up the silver-tipped cane, and dust off the spats. With a history dating to 1879, you should know, if you’re up for the Hardwicke Stakes, you’re stepping into big shoes: Rock Sand, Sceptre, Ormonde, Tristan, Oscar Schindler, Stanerra, Jeune, Doyen, Scorpion, the list is endless. Just the year before, the hero was Harbinger, the world’s highest rated racehorse, bar none. For any steed with so few miles on his clock, it will take a “Tom Cruise” performance to make this mission possible. Clearly, the public think Await The Dawn is Tom Cruise; they hammer him down to odds-on again. By the time the bugle calls them to post, there is money in the air, big money, and a small share in the horse is traded at a big price. As you might expect, the field is lousy with class. In the parade, there are three Group One winners, and some of the finest blood money can buy. To own this field, you need to own a bank. Among the picnics in the car park, you know there is something big brewing: that combination of bliss and despair that makes racing so memorable. Hendricks and tonic in the veins, a whiff of revolution in the air. They go off respectably enough, but within a furlong, you can see our man isn’t handling the heavy track, though he isn’t short of desire either. On the far outside, he’s never been on “slop” before, and he makes the first turn badly; for a moment, he’s like a semi-trailer in a sideways skid. This is where jockeyship counts. Lesser men might’ve been distracted or given to self-pity, but Ryan Moore is proof of Noel Coward’s observation that the secret of success is the ability to overcome adversity.

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Reassured by his pilot, Await The Dawn is wide, but now he’s in cruise mode, back in the field but comfortable. Perfectly poised up front is the trio of Group One foes, unaware of the lurking danger. The first to move is Campanologist, who’s tasted the glory four times before. Ryan Moore is playing the predator, though. Everyone can see what he’s going to do to Ted Durcan’s horse. Campanologist is kind, Await The Dawn is a killer. Ears pricked, he breaks his adversary’s spirit in the straight. Quickly, clinically. The rest are broken-hearted. We were beginning to think this could be the best middle distance horse in Europe. It’s clear the Europeans thought so, too: they backed him down to thirteen to eight on for his first assignment at the highest level. The destination was York, the outcome was dull. Yes, he was third, but Timeform was undeterred “His illness was life-threatening. When he recaptures his best form, he will surely win a Group One.” Strong words from Europe’s most-respected rating agency. Truth is, they’d seen all they ever needed to see. He is never the same again, but it doesn’t matter. We’d also seen all we needed to see. Await The Dawn is a product of the best blood of two of the best stud farms in the world. His father was nicknamed the “Iron Horse”. His son has shown he could run with the best on a brick road, into a headwind, with a tailwind, in a weight-for-age and at the top of the handicap. Now he’s shown he can break hearts on a bog track. This is “Iron Horse” technology. Test him whenever you want, whatever the weather.

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One life. Live it.

The quiet Assassin Here to do a Job

The Search Stops Right Here

THE CONFORMATION • “As good looking a colt as I’ve taken to a sale.” John Slade, Maine Chance Farm.

THE CLASS • Winner of nine races from 1200 to 1600 metres, and more than R14million. Four Group victories, two Group Ones, and thirteen Group performances. • “My one regret is I didn’t have him at Royal Ascot to take on Black Caviar.” Champion Trainer Pat Shaw. THE CRITICAL FACTOR • From the sireline that produced Bel Esprit, (Australia’s leading sire of winners in 2013), and Val Royal, sires respectively of World Champion sprinter, Black Caviar and current Argentinian star, Taifas.

• Like Bel Esprit, Val Royal, Zalaiyka, Oscar Schindler, Sleepytime, Ali Royal, Bullish Luck, Eyeofthetiger, Express Way and Centaine, a son of World Champion racehorse Royal Academy, sire of 167 Stakes winners, including 27 Gr 1 winners. • From a six-time Group-winning dam of 100% winners.

The prodigy that sauntered past the winner of the world’s richest sprint the only time they met. A spine-tingling moment of utter superiority. Then he returned to humiliate a Guineas ace at the latter’s own game. Both times Group One, both times in sizzling time. The height of the season. The height of class.

THE CHANCE. TO BREED AN ALL TIME GREAT.

Dennis Evans

John Slade

Pat Shaw

AT THE RACES In Singapore, 9 wins, 1200-1600m, 15 places, from 3 to 5. Earned S$1,643,595

Won Maiden (1200m)

Won Graduation (1200m)

Won Graduation (1400m)

Won My Royal Captain (1200m)

Won Open Handicap (1200m)

Won Woodlands Handicap Gr 3 (1200m)

Won Krisflyer International Sprint Gr 1 (1200m) beating Dubai Golden Shaheen Gr 1 winner, Krypton Factor, by 6

Won Patrons’ Bowl Gr 1 (1600m) beating Gingerbread Man

Won Saas Fee Stakes Gr 3 (1400m)

2nd EW Barker Trophy Gr 2 (1400m)

2nd Merlion Trophy Gr 2 (1200m)

2nd Kranji Sprint Gr 3 (1200m)

3rd Singapore Guineas Gr 1 (1600m)

3rd Garden City Trophy Gr 3 (1200m)

3rd Kranji Mile Gr 1 (1600m)

Royal Academy Champion Sire of 167 Stakes and 27 Gr 1 winners

Another Legend Dam of two Stakes performers

Myron Berzack

Nijinsky II Champion Sire Crimson Saint Champion Racehorse and Broodmare

Northern Dancer World Champion Sire Flaming Page Equine Heroine Crimson Satan Leading Broodmare Sire Bolero Rose Founder of a Dynasty Lyphard Champion SIre

Lyphard’s Wish Leading Broodmare Sire Packer Legend Granddam of a Dual Gr 1 winner

Sally’s Wish Dam of a Racehorse Lombardi Son of a Champion Explodable Daughter of a Leading Sire

Lester Piggott Nearctic Natalma Bull Page Flaring Top Spy Song Papila Bolero First Rose Northern Dancer Goofed Sensitivo Garden Clubber Northern Dancer Julia B Explodent Bonnie Kiltie

PEDIGREE DUPLICATIONS • APTITUDE PROFILE: 8-0-12-4-0 (24) • DOSAGE INDEX: 1.40

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NEARCO (5) NEARCTIC (4) MAHMOUD (4) NORTHERN DANCER (3)

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The Gateway to Heaven THEY WERE INFUSED WITH THE DIVINITY OF RACING POPES Can you remember 1989? It was the year the Berlin Wall came down; the year of the Tiananmen Square massacre; the Ayatollah Khomeini died in 1989, signalling the start of the jihad wars, and the government, for the first time, was talking to Nelson Mandela. The age of the protest had arrived and the planet was in turmoil. The only certainty about South Africa, was uncertainty. As I’ve said before, I was lucky where I grew up. At a time when there was a touch of the “jitters” among people of European descent in general and local farmers in particular, it helped to know the customs, the aspirations and the languages of indigenous Africans. My best pal during my formative years, was Sizamela Sigcau of the Pondo Royal household, who preferred playing cricket on our front lawn to the formalities of court life. Even if that meant, as it did in the social dispensation of the era, that as a young “white” boy, I did most of the batting, and he did the bowling. That’s just the way it was, and as a six year old, I never thought anything of it . In later years, I served as the family’s lawyer. Sizamela was strongly connected, and an inspiration on the road ahead. Set as he was for high political office in the future government, in apartheid South Africa we consulted clandestinely for fear of compromising his ambitions. It was at such a meeting, in the darkness of a deserted Pinetown parking lot in the winter of 1989, that he shared with me the ANC’s plans for the economy: no “Freedom Charter” nationalisation of mines, banks or industries; we were all South Africans, and we could look forward to the reality of Nelson Mandela’s “non-sexist, non-racist” dream of opportunityfor-all. As our meeting concluded, I sought his assurance that as a cabinet minister, he would not forsake me. “You’re as good a friend as I’ve had”, he patted me on the shoulder; “the only thing that will change is, if we ever play cricket again, you’re bowling.” The man had a sense of humour, and clearly he’d have preferred to bat a little longer in our infancies. That’s exactly how things are in South Africa nowadays: these guys are doing the batting, and we’re doing the bowling. Thanks to my old pal, I had a different view of the future. With nothing to lose but Summerhill itself (most of which belonged to Standard Bank and Northern Guest at the time), I was happy to bet the little we had in the farm on the way things would turn out. Days after that meeting, I was asked to mediate in a dispute between the training fraternity and the Durban Turf Club. Understand, in the context of influence in the affairs of the province, it was said that the Provincial government ranked third, the banks were second, and the Turf Club stewards, the “A” list families of Durban, were the supreme power. This was the age of protest remember, and in what was arguably the best bet of the year, the mediation process “exploded” within half an hour. So we took a tea break: tea fixes most things in Anglophile

communities, as you know. During the adjournment I answered nature’s call, winding up in the loo in the company of the financial director of Hartford, then the farm next door to Summerhill. I don’t know the rules in other realms, but urinals can be quite sociable places in South Africa, and Steve Lapin and I soon struck up a congenial conversation. He enquired half-mockingly, knowing there was no inheritance at Summerhill, when I was going to buy the neighbouring land. My old khakis and the same pair of veldskoens I’d arrived with in 1979, betrayed my poverty. Unaware how keen the Ellis family were to sell, I had nothing to offer but the exchange of our home near Durban. Steve didn’t even wash his hands; we did the deal right there. That was South Africa in 1989. Now part of the greater Summerhill estate, Hartford has a long and distinguished history. As the home of the family of the former Prime Minister of the Colony, Sir Frederick Moor, it had hosted Winston Churchill and General Botha, prime ministers of another generation. In later life, the Ellises had bred, raised and trained on the property, the winners of every major race on the South African calendar. The paddock alongside the chapel bore the footprints of the legends Mowgli, Sentinel and Magic Mirror. And Cape Heath, Panjandrum, Alyssum, Magic Charm, Ajax and Salmon. The roll call is long, and proof of Sir Mordaunt Milner’s proclamation that the Ellis paramountcy remains unrivalled in its dominance to this day. I remember the first time I entered the sandstone gates of Hartford. Along the drive, the old flower pots bearing the names of forty eight champions, talked of a fading history; things were quieter these days, but I knew I’d arrived in the racehorse valhallah. The Hartford horses had infused the Ellises with the divinity of racing popes. Hidden away from the mortal world behind those great gates was the “great within”, as this imperial enclave was affectionately known. Raymond Ellis’ aura radiated outward with the mystery and power of any enthroned Holy Father. He set records in racing the way Jacques Kallis has done in cricket. He changed the way horses were trained, as surely as Mohammed Ali changed the way men moved in a boxing ring. He even contrived to ruin a stereotype. Because of the man he was, he brought a wholesomeness to a game that suffered from an ancient occupational hazard: no man blames himself when he’s “done” the housekeeping cash on a horse. While other horsemen of the time occasionally won big races, they often seemed to be throwing a dice and praying a lot. Ellis on the other hand, always seemed to be working to some guaranteed quota. The unheralded genius behind the breeding of these “giants”, was a silent man of god-given talents. Peet Norval was the horseman everyone wanted

to know. From the time Mowgli rolled home in the 1952 “July”, he was simply “Peet”. Everyone, even if they didn’t read the sports pages, knew who Peet was. It was assumed he owned magical powers. He was the alchemist who turned base metals into gold; to Peet though, this was all moonshine. He was about common sense rather than magic, craft rather than sorcery. Astonishingly good at what he did. But this wouldn’t do for a doting public; it wasn’t the stuff of mythology. That moment at the loo had left me with a couple of challenges; the first was to break the news of the house “swap” to my wife, and the second was stepping into the shoes of the most successful bloodstock enterprise of our times. I’m sure Cheryl won’t mind me confiding in you, that the former held greater fears for me than the latter: it took almost a month to do it. Kipling had often come to my rescue in moments like these, and that bit about making “a heap of all your winnings, and risking it all on one turn of pitch and toss,” was the balm that settled it all. That Hartford House today is a totem among the nation’s boutique hotels, is a sign that all is forgiven. The greater “mountain” lay in the custodianship of an unprecedented legacy. The Moors had arrived in 1875, and besides their political legacy, they built two icons of the business world. Since the outbreak of World War II, the Ellises had carried the mantle of greatness into other realms, none greater though, than the fortress they built around the stock of Sybil’s Nephew and Masham. There was a time, from the forties through the seventies, when a horse in the green and black on its way to post, was said to be better than money in the bank. I have to confess, I liked the poetry, but it only heightened my apprehension. So here we were, the boy from Pondoland and the girl without a “schoolleavers”, venturing into the unknown of 1989. Luckily, Hartford is more than great “dirt”: abundant valleys of gorgeous loam over sandstone and basalt, hundreds of massive planes and oaks telling you the country is kind, but not soft. With its chapel, its venerable homestead and its English gardens, Hartford is a national institution. When Graham Ellis handed me the keys to the house in the shadow of Verrocchio’s masterpiece, I had a sense of destiny. He was obviously moved, but that’s okay: he hid it behind his sunglasses. I promised we’d do all we could to honour the past, whatever that took. When the Summerhill team lined up for its ninth consecutive Breeders’ premiership in the spring of 2013, I sensed the old man was saying “mission accomplished”.

There is a handsome drive, lined by trees and decorated with potted conifers, it leads to one of the country’s most beautiful houses. You have arrived. Let us return to Summerhill, which is so beautiful that if you had a broodmare you loved, it would be downright cruel to send her anywhere else. Sir Clement Freud

Mowgli

Sentinel

Raymond Ellis receives the King’s Cup from HM King George VI

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First he stole our Hearts Now he’s back for our Breath

Test him whenever you Want Whatever the Weather

CEDRIC LANE

“Iron Horse” Technology THE PEDIGREE • Combines the blood of two of the world’s best farms. • Son of three times American Champion, Giant’s Causeway, sire already of Group One sires, Sharmardal, (10 Gr 1 winners) Footstepsinthesand and First Samurai. • From the family of leading sires Warning, Commander In Chief and Deploy.

• Timeform rated 126+, same league as Champion sires Silvano, Exceed and Excel and Teofilo; higher than Dansili, Distorted Humour and Pulpit. • “We thought he might be the best horse in Ballydoyle”. Strong words from the world’s strongest racing stable. THE PHYSIQUE • Bred on a foalshare between the world’s best stud farms.

THE PERFORMER • Winner of six races, most times odds-on, every time easing down. • Cruised up on Group race debut by nine; took the Huxley by 4 1/2, and shattered the hopes of three Group One winners by three at Royal Ascot.

• The world’s best judges chose Await The Dawn. As their first choice. • But none of this can tell you what the movie can. Go to www.summerhill.co.za and click on Await The Dawn on the Stallion overview page.

THE PICK OF THE POPS. FOR THE PICK OF THE HORSEMEN.

Lee Scribante

Rupert Plersch

Aidan O’Brien

Thabani Nzimande

AT THE RACES In UK. Ireland, USA and Dubai, 6 wins, 1400-2400m Timeform 126+ and more than R6million. at 2 Won Maiden (1400m) by 4 lengths at 3 Won Kilternan Stakes Gr 3 (2000m) by 9 lengths Won Cork Fermoy Stakes (1650m)

Giant’s Causeway Three times Champion SIre

at 4 Won Huxley Stakes Gr 3 (2050m) by 4 1/2 lengths “He was more than ready for Group One company now” Timeform

Won Hardwicke Stakes Gr 2 (2400m) by 3 lengths. Four-in-a-row

3rd Juddmonte International Stakes Gr 1 (2000m) “He was life-threateningly ill. When he recovers, he will surely win a Group One”. Timeform

Won Al Naboodah Commercial Group Trophy H. (2000m)

PEDIGREE DUPLICATIONS • APTITUDE PROFILE: 6-1-12-1-2 • DOSAGE INDEX: 1.44 • HAIL TO REASON (3) • HYPERION (4) • ROBERTO (2) • NATIVE DANCER (3) • NEARCO (6) • NASRULLAH (7)

Valentine Band Stakes performer Dam of Two Stakes winners

Storm Cat Multiple Champion Sire Mariah’s Storm Champion Racehorse Dixieland Band Champion Broodmare Sire

Shirley Valentine Dam of Six Stakes performers

Storm Bird Champion Racehorse Terlingua Champion Racehorse Rahy Leading Sire Immense Dam of a Champion Northern Dancer World Champion Sire Mississippi Mud Blue Hen Shirley Heights Champion Broodmare SIre Slightly Dangerous Blue Hen

David Mickleburgh

Northern Dancer South Ocean Secretariat Crimson Saint Blushing Groom Glorious Song Roberto Imsodear Nearctic Natalma Delta Judge Sand Buggy Mill Reef Hardiemma Roberto Where You Lead

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Tom Magnier

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The New Zulu War Cry

If they run like they look, The carousing could be riotous.

World class. And beyond. THEN • Bought for a world record R30million, by one of history’s best judges. As a foal.

LEADING FRESHMAN SIRES (NATIONAL YEARLING SALE) *

• Flattened a line-up of Ireland’s best juveniles in the six furlong Blenheim Stakes (Listed). As a maiden.

Brave Tin Soldier R 185 000

• Group winning miler. In record time. NOW • From the sireline that’s given us Var, Tiger Ridge, Black Minnaloushe, Mogok and Tiger Dance. No misses.

King’s Apostle

R 170 000

Seventh Rock

R 148 000

Mambo In Seattle R 132 000

• And now he’s the Number One Freshman Sire at the Emperors Palace National Yearling Sale. No prisoners.

AP Answer

R 132 000

Elusive Fort

R 90 000

• You read it here. For the first time. It won’t be the last.

By Average * Three or more sold

“HEY BOET... GET YOURSELF A BRAVE”

Bruce Gardner

Jimmy Sarkis

Phillip Diedericks

AT THE RACES 1st

Blenheim Stakes (Listed), Curragh, 6 furlongs by 21/2 lengths at 2 years. “Big, strong colt. Very useful performer.” Timeform

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Cliffhanger Stakes Gr 3, Meadowlands, 8 furlongs

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CBD World Mastercard Stakes, Nad Al Sheba, 8 furlongs

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Allowance Race, Monmouth Park, 8 furlongs

3rd

Knickerbocker Stakes Gr 3, Belmont Park, 9 furlongs

4th

Zabeel Mile Gr 3, Nad Al Sheba, 8 furlongs to Archipenko “This was strong form, coming from the rear to post the fastest final two furlongs,” Racing Post

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Middle Park Stakes Gr 1, Newmarket, 6 furlongs at 2 years

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Storm Cat Chef de Race World’s most expensive sire

Bless Own sister to Fusaichi Pegasus

Mike McHardy

Albert Rapp

Northern Dancer World Champion Sire

Storm Bird Champion Racehorse

South Ocean Dam of Two Champions

Terlingua Champion Filly Dam of a Champion Mr Prospector Multiple Champion Sire Angel Fever Dam of a Champion

Secretariat Legend Crimson Saint Champion Race Filly Raise A Native Multiple Champion Sire Gold Digger Blue Hen Danzig World Champion Sire Rowdy Angel Founder of a Dynasty

Nearctic Natalma New Providence Shining Sun Bold Ruler Somethingroyal Crimson Saint Bolero Rose Native Dancer Raise You Nashua Sequence Northern Dancer Pas De Nom Halo Ramhyde

PEDIGREE DUPLICATIONS • APTITUDE PROFILE:

• ALMAHMOUD (3) • NATIVE DANCER (3)

13-7-14-0-0

• DISCOVERY (2)

• DOSAGE INDEX: 3.86 • NASRULLAH (2)

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No Worries

Blueridge Mountain

Dylanâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s Promise

Gitiano

Love Struck

Fish where the Fish are

WHEN IT COMES TO BUYING RACEHORSES, A GOOD EYE CAN BE JUST AS GOOD AS A BIG CHEQUE BOOK. Every few decades, you find yourself in the midst of a golden collection, where horses actually live up to their billing. The noun becomes more than a label; it carries the whiff of an epic. Remembering that we’d just come off a slew of celebrities, Igugu, Imbongi, Pierre Jourdan, Hear The Drums, Paris Perfect, Fisani, champions, classic aces and record-breakers to a man (and a woman), it might’ve been too much to believe that lurking among our sales candidates of 2011, was a repeat performance. Classic hero, Love Struck; Majorca Stakes (Gr.1) queen, Blueridge Mountain; runaway Oaks star, Dylan’s Promise; Daily News and S.A. Derby runnersup, No Worries and Gothic, and Classic performers, Corredor, Gitiano and Patriotic Rebel. But as the great sage Bill Shakespeare liked to remind us, “There is a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. On such a full sea are we now afloat, and we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.” At R2million, Blueridge Mountain bestowed on Summerhill Sales its third top-priced filly at the “Nationals” in four years, while as the first sophomore colt home in the Vodacom Durban July, No Worries and Guineas-placed Corredor, instantly gratified the inaugural Emperors Palace “Summer” Ready To Run sale on the farm. Proof, if ever it was needed, that when it comes to buying racehorses, a good eye can be just as good as a big cheque book. A prominent racehorse trainer, disgruntled by a failure to heed his instructions, recently accused jockeys of being illiterate. One thing you cannot say about jockeys though, is that they’re innumerate: put two million bucks on the line, as Phumelela did in the South African Classic (Gr.1), and pandemonium reigns. The popular press billed it a formality for the Gauteng Guineas ace, Tellina, on his march to the Triple Crown. At least one eminent scribe was puzzled at Love Struck’s participation, on the basis of reigning champion Anton Marcus’ reservations about his stamina. Yet somehow, that Saturday, Love Struck came grinding up the Turffontein straight like the genuine brawler he is, raising a few fingers at the pedigree theorists and how far a runner is supposed to stay. This is horseracing, not quantum mechanics. In the Classic, we saw the raw soul of racing; two horses running for their lives, crashing through one pain barrier after another, wild and brave. The Classic field swings for home, fanning ever wider, centrifugal force in its crudest form, a blur of colour and bussles. Horses weaving and wobbling. Jockeys slashing and urging. Everywhere you look, acts of panic and derring-do. As near as a race can be to pandemonium. From being right out of it at 20-1, Love Struck is suddenly right in it. Amid the chaos on the turn, Sean Cormack the veteran, sends the “Lover” for home. With that one decision, he wins the Classic. Trainers are forever telling jockeys to use their judgement, as though all hoops are born with a triple cross of Solomon. Jockeys then go out and use something that, whatever it is, isn’t judgement. Love Struck won the Classic because Cormack’s intuition was

flawless. Joey Soma timed the horse’s preparation to within a few hours. Cormack timed the horse’s run to within a few seconds. A punter who’d yelled unprintable abuse at Cormack in the race before, now hailed him “a champion”. A week may be a long time in politics, but thirty-five minutes is an eternity on a racecourse. The return to scale made the running of the bulls in Pamplona, seem dull. The veteran journeyman was ecstatic, the owner apoplectic. Alesh Naidoo deserves everything he gets from the game; the horse’s participation in the Classic was an act of faith. Now he was clambering and clattering his way down the grandstand, his eyes a mystery behind his sunglasses, as he slipped into the winner’s circle, and called out to the jockey. The colt came across to him. The owner rubbed him and kissed him on the forehead. Emotions are alright, it seems, as long as it’s just hay fever. And then there was the agony. The objection hooter sounded, and suddenly the owner slipped into that country all racing fans know, the twilight zone between hell and hope. On a racecourse, the line between fame and pain is ever so fine. Somewhere in the race, the Triple Crown pretender and the horse with so many doubts over his head, had come together at a critical time. It was now in the lap of the gods. Depending on where you sit on the issue, it’s good to know there is a God; it helps to have the Almighty in the saddle. The objection was overruled. Spare a thought now, for Love Struck’s trainer. Paul Lafferty is a tease; these days, the one-time professional football star is more a comedian than a celebrity, a master of dry wit and dubious tales. Big on desire, but short on good horses. A contender and a crock living in the same body. On this, his biggest of days, he was doing duty in Dubai. Those nearby will tell you, too: emotions are alright, but better in private. “Classic” Saturday was a big day at Turffontein, not quite as big as the World Cup in Dubai, but a big day nonetheless. The fans turned up in their droves to see Tellina and Cherry On The Top win their respective Classics. In the end, Cherry On The Top won the Fillies Classic, but Love Struck won the hearts.

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The last time there was so much excitement about a sword, was in the reign of King Arthur. L I K E FAT H ER

LIKE SON

Ran the fastest 2000 metres in UAE history. Faster than 18 World Cup winners before him. Faster than Dubai Millennium. Faster than Cigar. Faster than Street Cry.

ANDREW WATKINS

When the Irish last rebelled, they built a Nation. Now they’ve bred a Whirlwind.

• Runaway winner of the time-honoured Chester Vase (Gr 3). • Came within two lengths of the upset of the decade when running World Champion Sea the Stars to the line in the Investec English Derby (Gr 1). Runner-up in the Irish Derby (Gr 1) to triple Group One ace, Fame And Glory. • Ran the fastest 2000m in Dubai racing history.

“In any other year, he would have been a Derby winner.”

THE BLOODLINE

Mike de Kock. Legend

Mike de Kock

Sheikh Mohammed

THE BLOODLINE • His sire, High Chaparral, is the first stallion since his own sire, Sadler’s Wells, to get six Group One winners from his first year at stud.

• Family of Alexandrova (3 x Gr 1s), Magical Romance (Gr 1), Doyoun (Gr 1), Chicquita (Irish Oaks Gr 1 in 2013), etc. • Sire this season of Australian Triple Crown king, It’s A Dundeel and “hot” English Three Year Old, Toronado. THE LOOKER • His father’s lookalike. If he’s anything like him, we’ll have an explosion. • “He stood out in any pre-race parade” Jehan Malherbe. Judge

• Covered a “royal” first book of mares from the nation’s top breeders.

Gaynor Rupert

AT THE RACES In Ireland, UK, France and Dubai, 4 wins, (1400-2400m) and more than R7 million, on turf and tapeta. Timeform 122.

High Chaparral Six Group One winners first year at stud

At 2 Won Juvenile Maiden (1400m) At 3 Won 2nd 4th

Chester Vase Gr 3 (2000m) Irish Derby Gr 1 (2400m) to triple Gr 1 winner Fame and Glory Prix Noailles Gr 2 (2100m) English Derby Gr 1 (2400m) beaten 21/4 lengths by World Champion Sea The Stars

At 4 Won Won 3rd 4th

Dubai Private Banking S. (Listed) (2000m) in track record time $150 000 Handicap, Meydan (2000m) with top weight Dubai City of Gold Gr 2 (2400m) 1/2 length to triple Gr 1 winner, Campanologist Geoffrey Freer Stakes Gr 3

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Sitara Dam of a Group One performer

Mary Slack Northern Dancer World Champion Sire

Sadler’s Wells World Champion Sire Kasora Dam of a Champion

Chris Gerber

Fairy Bridge Founder of a Dynasty Darshaan Champion Broodmare Sire Kozana Founder of a Dynasty Topsider Leading Sire

Salse Champion Miler

Carnival Princess Dam of a Champion Ahonoora Champion Sire

Souk Founder of a Dynasty

Soumana Blue Hen

Nearctic Natalma Bold Reason Special Shirley Heights Delsy Kris Koblenza Northern Dancer Drumtop Prince John Carnival Queen Lorenzaccio Helen Nichols Pharly Faizebad

PEDIGREE DUPLICATIONS • APTITUDE PROFILE:

• NEARCO (3) • NORTHERN DANCER (3)

3-0-10-4-1 • DOSAGE INDEX: 1.00

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THE RACEHORSE • Graded Stakes winner of four races from 1400-2400m, and more than R7million in prize money.

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Hartford

Besides locality, there is another common thread to Summerhill and Hartford House. They were both founded on dreams, widely disparate enterprises with a shared set of values. Being racehorse breeders and hoteliers, you can’t avoid the comparisons between the way we do things and how others go about their businesses. Survival in the modern world depends upon how you distinguish your product from the rest, and whatever Summerhill and Hartford are, it’s because they were built on imagination. When you have the funds, you simply pay and you get. When you don’t, you have to be creative; you have to be intuitive about what gets a pulse racing. It’s about authenticity, atmosphere and adventure, sounds, scents and scenery, tastes and taboos. Good hotels and good horses always reflect a sense of “place”, their environment, their histories, their traditions and importantly, their people. In the world of travel, a high level of discernment is creeping into every arena. Today, the customer’s interest in artisanal beer and food, for example, is echoed in an interest in artisanal hospitality.

That Hartford House is answering that call, is evident in its recent proclamation among the three leading country restaurants on the planet, by the senior food critic at The Wall Street Journal; a compliment to Hartford’s dedication in sating people’s interest in the world’s distinctive places. You quickly lose any sense of being in a unique environment when staying in a typical high-end hotel in London, Paris or Shanghai, Cape Town, Sydney or Dubai. Increasingly, travellers seek destinations that radiate a sense of lifestyle

and weather, bespoken to their surroundings and community. Hotels should reflect their past, and the architecture of their neighbourhood; discerning guests understand the difference between décor and design, and seldom mistake decoration for good design. Travel these days takes more than money. It takes the most precious commodity of the lot: time. Most people can buy a car, a handbag or a smart pair of shoes, but travel calls for energy, curiosity, a degree of adventure, even bravery. Not long from now, the greatest indulgence will not be a Ferrari; it will be a fortnight in Zululand, or even a living being; let’s not forget, the greatest creature the good Lord ever created, is the racehorse, a seductive combination of grace and nobility, intelligence and courage, speed and desire, more than 300 years in the making. Our places thrive because of their originality, they survive on account of their old fashioned values. The more technologically focused the world becomes, the less people want to check-in via iPad and have their pillow preferences stored in a computer. Instead, our guests like to arrive and be greeted by their surnames; they soon get to know themselves again by their first names. And if you’ll give us the time to unpack for you, you’ll find your clothes pressed and hanging in the closet. Simple, old-style service is the most pleasant luxury. Hartford and Summerhill have become beacons of their trades. In a world in which it’s no longer so “cool” to be a waiter or a groom, we remember, every day, what an honour it is to serve.

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The world class hotel on a stud farm in the world

• Counted in the world’s top three country restaurants by the senior food critic at America’s most famous newspaper, The Wall Street Journal. • Twice voted Best South African Restaurant in the House and Leisure/Visa Best of SA awards. • Voted Eatout’s Most Popular Restaurant in South Africa, and the only KZN-based restaurant in Eatout’s national Top Ten. • Among a select group of Gold Achiever Award hotels at the Indaba International Travel Show with Singita, The Cape Grace, Mala Mala, The Mount Nelson etc. • Voted among Top Billing’s Top Six Luxury Hotels in South Africa. • Founding member of the Land of Legends with Phinda Private Game Reserve; The Beverly Hills; The Oyster Box; Fordoun Hotel and Spa; Rocktail Beach Camp and Ardmore Ceramics. (www.landoflegends.co.za)

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Hall of Fame THE RACECOURSE DEFINES OUR CHAMPIONS, THE HALL OF FAME ENSHRINES THEM

Vangelis

What makes a great stallion? Our answer is, you do. The best breeders with the best mares produce the best horses.

Amphitheatre Hear The Drums Senor Santa

So what makes a great breeder? Bloodstock students will tell you they know their horses, and they know that generally, the best stallions congregate in the same places. We’re each masters of our own talents, and when it comes to “stallion-making”, history has a knack of repeating itself. We’re breeding our mares for the auctions of 2015 now, when the world will be back on its axis, so we need to remember, we miss 100% of the shots we don’t take. Courage is the first of the human qualities; it’s the virtue that guarantees the rest. Ever since our gates opened, the principles of audaciousness and adventure have defined our business: the score is on the board.

Northern Guest

It’s been Summerhill’s destiny over the years to be associated with some of the nation’s finest stallions, Northern Guest, Home Guard, Liloy, National Emblem, Fard, Rambo Dancer, Kahal, Muhtafal, all of them residents of the “top five”, most of them for enduring stints. Before our time, it was home to the champion sires Sybil’s Nephew, Masham and Salmon. Northern Guest, who would go on to a world record eleven broodmare sires’ titles, was an invalid, smitten by a training mishap as a juvenile. His casual manner and a forgiving eye masked a terrible will. He wasn’t going to be an old man with a stick, because he didn’t want to be an old man with a stick. Although his greatness may not have been seized upon in that instant, when Senor Santa and Northern Princess burst forth from his first crop, the future was already being wrought. At the height of his powers, he re-wrote the rules in the stallion market; he was so “hot”, breeders were paying the modern equivalent of R200,000 for his services, and that didn’t include foreplay or candlelight dinners, just the basic rustic encounter. Warren Beatty was rumoured to be sulking. Liloy was a character. His “goose” neck and a savage demeanour petrified the wits out of grooms in his native domains. He came at you not so much walking, as prowling, a hint of menace in his eyes. He held his head low, like a feral stallion about to enter his harem. When he departed our mortal world, we asked a man of the cloth to whisper to God that if he was thinking of leading the old bloke, he’d do well to carry a piece of polypipe! Liloy was tall, long, very long and slabby, but like all great stallions, he had a commanding presence. Twenty-one Group One winners on four different continents, tell us there’s more to a stallion than mere good looks.

Kahal had a love affair with Northern Guest mares, and they loved him. He got runners to sprint, he got them to stay, and he got them to throw the javelin. When National Emblem came out, Richard Mnculwane would tell visitors how smart he was, the type to read The Sunday Times and help old ladies at pedestrian crossings. While you were talking, he wouldn’t acknowledge you, even if you laid your hand on him; he just looked out above and beyond. All the good ones are like this; they seem to know they are royalty. Like us, the best breeders in our neighbourhood have registered their best returns with the Summerhill stallions. You see, the best breeders know the history, and they know too, that the current line-up is a couple of bars up on any of its predecessors. That way, they take control over their futures, and leave a lasting impression on the breed. As well as their finances. It’s what South Africa needs right now. The courage to go to the next level. When the chips are down, good people always answer the call. There’s a sacred enclave at our School of Excellence that reveres the good ones. Our steadfast belief in the Summerhill stallions is etched across the walls. The racecourse defines our champions, the Hall of Fame enshrines them. Join us, and we’ll add another chapter to the course of history.

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Averages give you bragging rights, but the racecourse is the bottom line.

All you need is a mare and a dream. Heâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ll supply the password.

You can’t judge a book by it’s cover. But you can judge a stallion by the company he keeps.

AT THE RACECOURSE • The best racing son of sire of sires Machiavellian in the world in 2007. Timeform rated 121lbs. ON THE RACECOURSE • Sire in his first crop of Gitiano, Group One-performing winner of the KZN Million Mile, and Tinchy Stryder, vanquisher of Group One heroine, Blueridge Mountain. • Sire in his second crop of standout juveniles Dover Beach,

Mount Hillaby, Storm Incoming and Toast Of The Town. SECOND CROP SIRES OF 3YOs BY EARNINGS PER RUNNER IN THE BARN • Number One Second Crop Sire MULLINS BAY R 72 973* by earnings per runner. Stronghold R 64 032* • Ranks with the best by three year Trippi R 61 152 old percentage winners: Black Minnaloushe R 44 456 Captain Al (56%); Mullins Bay (54%); King of Kings R 33 981 Silvano (54%); Kahal (49%); Sporting Post 28 July 2013 Black Minnaloushe (46%); * Summerhill Stallion Mogok (45%).

NO RULES. MAKE YOUR OWN HISTORY.

Adriaan van Vuuren

Sean Tarry

Alec Laird

AT THE RACES 14 starts : 12 cheques Won Dance Design Stakes, (1m2f), good to firm at The Curragh, beating Knock Abbey Castle by 1 length

Machiavellian Champion Racehorse Sire of Sires

Won John Smith’s Magnet Cup, (Heritage Handicap, Listed) (1m2 1/2 f), good ground at York, beating Crow Wood by 3 lengths in race record time Won Grand Prix Strensall Stakes Gr 3, (1m1f), firm at York beating Andean and Maraahel (TFR 126) Bella Colora Broodmare of the Year

Lady Kensington

Mr Prospector Champion Sire Coup de Folie Broodmare of the Year

Bellypha Sire of Sires

2nd

Darley Stakes Gr 2, (1m1f) at Newmarket, beaten a short head by Enforcer

2nd

Premio Ribot Gr 2 (1600m) to World Champion Miler Ramonti

2nd

Maktoum Challenge Gr 2 (1800m), Nad al Sheba

2nd

Wolferton Handicap (Listed), (1m2f), firm at York, to Imperial Stride (TFR 127)

2nd

Irish Sun Classic, (1m1f), soft ground at Navan, beaten 3/4 length by Power Elite, after severe interference

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3rd

Godolphin Mile Gr 2 (1600m) (World Cup Meeting), Nad al Sheba

12-3-15-0-2

3rd

Premier Handicap, (Listed) (1m), heavy ground at The Curragh, to Rathgowny Lad

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Select Stakes Gr 3 (1m1f), Goodwood

2.37

Timeform 121lbs.

Reprocolor Blue Hen

Raise A Native Champion Sire Gold Digger Fountain of Riches Halo Champion Sire Raise The Standard Founder of a Dynasty Lyphard Champion Sire Belga Dam of a Champion Jimmy Reppin Leading Sire Blue Queen Founder of a Dynasty

Michael Azzie Native Dancer Raise You Nashua Sequence Hail to Reason Cosmah Hoist the Flag Natalma Northern Dancer Goofed Le Fableux Belle de Retz Midsummer Night Sweet Molly Majority Blue Hill Queen

PEDIGREE DUPLICATIONS • HAIL TO REASON (2) • PRINCEQUILLO (2) • NASRULLAH (2) • TURN TO (3)

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Dominic Zaki

M A C H I A V E L L I A N

Abundant valleys of gorgeous loam over sandstone and basalt, hundreds of massive planes and oaks telling you the country is kind, but not soft.

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Born for the Racetrack Breeding for the Ages

Remember when all of Ireland was talking about this amazing Two Year Old called Solskjaer? To the degree, they named him for the worldâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s best footballer. NOW HIS RUNNERS ARE DOING THE TALKING.

Small on numbers. Big on class.

• Sire in 2013 of Group One winner and Mauritian Horse of the Year, Ice Axe, triple Group One performer Shogunnar, and rising juvenile star, Winter Star.

• Son of one of the world’s greatest stallions of all time; brother to four times champion Yeats, as well as Graded stakes ace, Tsukuda Symphony.

• His progeny have sold for R320 000, R160 000, R150 000, R150 000 etc, in the last twelve months.

• Ranked in the top 1/2 % of racehorses worldwide; with a Timeform rating of 120lbs.

Ice Axe took his strong local form to a dominant Horse of the Year performance abroad.

Shogunnar has knocked on the Group One winners door all season.

Winter Star rolls 5-length SA Fillies Nursery winner, Virgo’s Babe, by 3 lengths.

THE WISE

Gavin van Zyl

Barry Clements

Mike Miller

AT THE RACES Won Maiden, (7 furlongs), Naas by 2 1/2 lengths from Red Feather and Magical Bliss Won Royal Whip Stakes Gr 2, (10 furlongs), The Curragh, from Tropical Lady TFR120 and Medicinal in record time

Danehill World Champion Sire

Won Heritage Stakes Listed, (8 furlongs), Leopardstown, from Multazem and Zarad 2nd Meld Stakes Gr 2, (10 furlongs), The Curragh beaten a short head by Latino Magic TFR120 with Cache Creek third 2nd Huxley Stakes Gr 3, (10 furlongs), Chester, beaten 3/4 length by Maraahel TFR126 with Counsel’s Opinion third 2nd Budweiser Celebration Stakes Listed, (8 furlongs), The Curragh, beaten by Grand Passion with Latino Magic third 2nd Amethyst Stakes Listed, (8 furlongs), Leopardstown, beaten 1/2 length by Tolpuddle with Zarad third 2nd Solonaway Stakes Listed, (8 furlongs), The Curragh, beaten 1/2 length by Kings Point

Timeform 120lbs

Lyndonville Dam of Three Graded Stakes winners

Peter Gibson Danzig Champion SIre Razyana Dam of a Champion Top Ville Broodmare Sire of Montjeu Diamond Land Fountain of Riches

Dorrie Sham

Northern Dancer World Champion Pas De Nom Dam of a Champion His Majesty Champion SIre Spring Adieu Matriarch High Top Champion SIre Sega Ville Dam of a Champion Sparkler Sire of Four Champions Canaan Daughter of a Derby winner

Nearctic Natalma Admiral’s Voyage Petitioner Ribot Flower Bowl Buckpasser Natalma Derring-Do Camenae Charlottesville La Sega Hard Tack Diamond Spur Santa Claus Rustic Bridge

PEDIGREE DUPLICATIONS • APTITUDE PROFILE: 4-4-17-0-1 • NEARCO (2) • DOSAGE INDEX: 1.74 • NATALMA (2)

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Ricky Maingard

D A N E H I L L

School of Management E TALENT IS SPREAD EVENLY ACROSS THE PLANET. OPPORTUNITY IS NOT.

On the face of it, an institution of the magnitude of our School of Management Excellence, is an outrageous extravagance for a Zulu farm. But it was born of a conviction that this country is home to some of the world’s best stockmen, that given the chance, this could be a game-changer. It has been. We were convinced, too, that our sport was lamentably underserved in its learning institutions, and that if this was the price of education in a game that had done us well, we were willing to pay it. Some may feel they have plenty to lose in defeat, but whatever Summerhill had, we were ready to give up for victory. Done properly, the dreams would accrue. They have. Talent and intelligence are spread evenly across the planet; opportunity is not. This school was a chance for students to dream, and already we’ve seen some budding Moses Thembes, Patrice Motsepes, Gaynor Ruperts and Mary Slacks, who see the world not for what it is, but for what it can become.

Our students know that the world is already very different from the one they were born into, and that next year’s, no, next month’s world, will be different again. They know too, that the commercial world has become the preserve of “big business”, sometimes sleepy places dominated by actuaries and accountants nursing warm gins and tonic. To make it these days, you need to be smarter than your lunch, otherwise you are the lunch. They’ve also learnt that there’s a great big world out there, brimming with opportunity, and that they shouldn’t let their schooling interfere too much with their education. Besides, they understand that there is a danger to victory. Being gracious in defeat, as in victory, is not a characteristic that defines the modern sports era. What happened to being a good sport? Already you can see them listening for the hoofbeats, yet none of them is running with the herd. So you can be sure that when the historians of the twenty-first century call out the heroes of our game, there’ll be a good number of our “dreamers” among them.*

Education is the most powerful weapon

which you can use to change the world Nelson Mandela

Lecturers in the school’s maiden seasons: Judge Alan Magid; Ronnie Napier; Professor Mary Metcalfe; Dr Alan Miller; Steve Karlin; Professor Hanspeter Meier; Mark Barnes; Jehan Malherbe; Alec Hogg; Mary Slack; Mike de Kock; Dr John McVeigh; Graeme Hawkins; Dr Johnny Cave; Professor Brian Kantor; Professor Justin Craig; Advocate Altus Joubert; John Fair, Aidan Lithgow; Professor Alan Guthrie; Peter Gibson; Professor Nick Binedell; Patrick Cummings; Tom Magnier; Michael Vincent; Neil Andrews; Chauncey Morris; Mathew de Kock; Thabani Nzimande; Michel Nairac; Clyde Basel; Michael Roberts; Professor Martin Schulman; Garth Puller; Dr Manfred Rohwer; Shirley Kantor; Dr Allen Bechard; Dr Lara Schmidt; Peter Strong; Steve Cochrane and Rob Caskie. *Thabani Nzimande, (standing below, third left), first recipient of the Childwick Trust’s annual scholarship, was “Top Practical Student” at the English National Stud in 2012.

Excellence

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Bred for the Racecourse Tested in the Barn

He who risks nothing, gets nothing

Good Sire = Better Prospects = Best Value • Africa’s best sire son of one of the world’s best sires of all time. From the immediate family of Jersey Girl (Gr 1), Jersey Town (Gr 1), Valid Wager, Foolish Pleasure etc. • A commendable Group-winning racehorse with a Group One performance in the race that defines the perfect Australian stallion prospect.

• Sire already from limited opportunities of five Stakes winners, seven Stakes performers, and a “CV” that includes this season’s Australian Group One star, Solzhenitsyn. • Patronised in his past two seasons by the names he deserves. Ready for lift-off.

• When it gets down to “value”, this man stands alone.

THEY PUT THEIR MONEY DOWN

Fred Crabbia

Mark Yong

Pat Shaw

Robbie Hill

Gail Wray

Manny Testa

AT THE RACES 2 wins, 1000-1200m, and more than R1,6 million at 3 in Australia at 3

Won Won 4th 4th

VRC Chivas Regal Stakes Gr 3 (1200m) SAJC Fraar Handicap (1000m) VRC Lightning Stakes Gr 1 (1000m) Ascot Vale Stakes Gr 2 (1200m)

Nureyev Champion Sire

PEDIGREE DUPLICATIONS

• APTITUDE PROFILE: 13-5-30-0-0 • DOSAGE INDEX: 2.20 • BLENHEIM (4) • GAINSBOROUGH (4) • DISCOVERY (3) • HYPERION (3) • MUMTAZ MAHAL (3) • NEARCO (3)

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Miss Bold Appeal Dam of a Gr 1 sire

Nearctic Breed-shaper Northern Dancer World Natalma Champion SIre Broodmare of The Year Special Dam of a Champion Valid Appeal Champion Sire

Bid Gal Dam of 2 Stakes winners

Forli Horse of The Year Thong Blue Hen In Reality Champion Sire Desert Trial Dam of a Champion Bold Bidder Champion SIre Nowmepache Fountain of Riches

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Nearco Lady Angela Native Dancer Almahmoud Aristophanes Trevisa Nantallah Rough Shod Intentionally My Dear Girl Moslem Chief Scotch Verdict Bold Ruler High Bid Hangover Fool-Me-Not

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Four wide on the turn, multiple Group hero Solzhenitsyn, swept away champions More Joyous and Mufhasa in this season’s renewal of Australia’s elite mile, the Toorak Handicap (Gr 1).

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What else could a Woman want?

Nation first. Everywhere. Every time. Except when it comes to a man like this.

No Half Measures

HIS FAMILY • Son of More Than Ready, currently the world’s most successful dual hemisphere stallion. Twice Champion Juvenile Sire of Australia, and sire of two winners of the world’s richest Juvenile race, the Golden Slipper, as well as 2010 Breeders’ Cup Juvenile Champions, Pluck and More Than Real. Sire in South Africa of Queen’s Plate ace, Gimmethegreenlight. • Out of a sister to South African Derby (Gr 1) hero, Chief Advocate; family of Occult, Durban July (Gr 1), leading sire Le Cordonnier, Erin’s Isle (Gr 1), etc.

THE RACEHORSE • Traffic Guard is More Than Ready’s highest-rated northern hemisphere-bred son of all time. Timeform 123lbs. • Winner of five races and R4.7million in prize money, from six furlongs to the distance of the Durban July. • Ran the world’s best Three Year Old, New Approach, to a half-length at levels in the Irish Champion Stakes (Gr 1). (Go to www.summerhill.co.za to view). THE BODYBUILDER • “Big, strong, lengthy colt; very smart performer.” Timeform

THEY KNOW A GOOD THING WHEN THEY SEE IT

Nicola Coppez

Gerald Kalil

AT THE RACES In the UK and Dubai, 5 wins, 1200-2300m, at 2 to 5, and more than R4.7million Timeform Rated 123: ”big, strong, lengthy colt…tough and genuine” At 2 Won Juvenile Maiden (1200m) Newbury, first time out Won Juvenile Plate (1200m) Newmarket, first two starts At 3 Won Conditions Plate (1600m) Newmarket 2nd UAE 2000 Guineas Gr 2 (1600m) to Asiatic Boy 2nd Thoroughbred Stakes Listed (1600m) to Dubai’s Touch 4th Jersey Stakes Gr 3 (1400m) Royal Ascot At 4 2nd Gr 1 Irish Champion Stakes. (2000m) 1/2 length to World Champion, New Approach 2nd Earl Of Sefton S. Gr 3 (1800m) a head to Gr 1 winner, Phoenix Tower 2nd Winter Hill Stakes Gr 3 (1800m) 3rd Jebel Hatta Stakes Gr 2 (1770m) At 5 Won August Stakes Listed (2200m) by twelve lengths under top weight 2nd Stand Cup Listed (2400m) top weight 3rd Steventon Stakes Listed (2000m) top weight 4th Rose Of Lancaster Stakes Gr 3 (2050m) At 6 Won Handicap (1200m) with top weight 3rd Glorious Stakes Gr 3 top weight 3rd Gala Stakes Listed top weight 4th Buckhounds Stakes Listed top weight

Keith Young

More Than Ready Kings Bishop hero Champion Sire

Street Scene Dam of a Timeform 123 Racehorse

Dino Scribante Halo Champion Sire

Southern Halo Nine times Champion Sire

Northern Sea Dam of a Champion Woodman Champion Sire

Woodman’s Girl Dam of a Champion

Becky Be Good Foundation Mare Gone West Sire of Sires

Zafonic Champion Racehorse Lady Vivienne Dam of a Derby winner

Syd Rosseau

Zaizafon Champion Broodmare Golden Fleece Champion Racehorse Chemise Dam of a Group One winner

Hail To Reason Cosmah Northern Dancer Sea Saga Mr Prospector Playmate Naskra Good Landing Mr Prospector Secrettame The Minstrel Mofida Nijinsky ii Exotic Treat Shantung Selina

PEDIGREE DUPLICATIONS • APTITUDE PROFILE: • BOLD RULER (2) • ALMAHMOUD (2) 5-0-8-1-0 • NATIVE DANCER (3) • FLAMING PAGE (2) • DOSAGE INDEX: 1.80

• NORTHERN DANCER (3) • MR PROSPECTOR (2) • TURN TO (2)

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Dr Jim Hay

R E A D Y

The best kept Horses on theContinent RAISED FOR THE HOME TURN. PROVEN ABROAD.

Statisticians and “log-watchers” asked a lot of questions of us as the season drew to a close. There’s a reason why racehorses from Summerhill run more often than most, and there was a scientific explanation for the 9kg increase in the average birthweight of our foals compared with their counterparts of a decade before. For that matter, there’s a sound basis for the fact that Summerhill-raised horses contract illness less frequently than most; it’s to do with their immune systems, and the way they’re brought up.

the massive explosives manufacturers into makers of fertiliser, was an act of ingenuity of matchless proportions. What few people understood at the time, was the impact this would have on the productive farming environment over the next 50 to 60 years, and the need to find a balance between nature and commercial expedience is a relatively young revelation. The land was under siege from a two-pronged attack which destroyed nature’s prescription, and created a fertilizer dependence that bordered on addiction.

Without knowing the consequences, some 20 years ago, we embraced the idea that nature was our master (or our mistress, depending on your persuasion) and that, rather than trying to beat her, we needed to work together. Our old friend, the world-feted conservationist, Dr Ian Player, taught us that “nature has plenty of time; in the end, she will get her way.”

Most of us that made Summerhill “tick” two decades ago, were lucky in our upbringings. Somewhere within us was a “little farmer”, a respect for the environment and a love of animals, and fortunately, in all of us, there resided a will to preserve the sustainability of what we were about. Fixing the mind-set is always the challenge; after that, it’s about blood, sweat and sacrifice, and a big “dollop” of patience. Reversing the damage of 60 years is not an instant pudding, and there is still work to be done.

It wasn’t an overnight process, because we had to purge ourselves of conventions, get to grips with how nature works and undo all the things man had done to alter her ways. The harmonisation that followed came through a realisation that we couldn’t compete with the big money in breeding unless we discovered other ways of producing an “edge”: one of these was harnessing the advantages of our environment, our climate and the virtues of our people, and the rest would take care of itself. The advent of tractor power and the technological revolution that flowed after World War II turned the agricultural world on its head, dramatically raising productivity and yields on farms. It came at the expense of the integrity of soils and the elements of nature which had sustained the natural world through the millennia. Pulverising soil with mechanical power was a wonderful substitute for the old horse or cattle-drawn plough, and converting

The much-decorated herd of Anguses that greets the arrival of our visitors from around the world, came from the best families of the best cattle breeders in the nation. As precious though, as the blood that courses through their veins, is their mutual capacity (with the horses) for the eradication of parasites, and the removal of billiary-bearing ticks. The symbiosis was easy to see: you only have to visit a game reserve to witness the “glue” between zebras and wildebeest. In the midst of it all, fortune smiled on us once again. These were “nature’s gardeners”, and the stable bedding we spread before them on the frosted floors of our winter paddocks, was quickly returned as compost. Our horses sleep on 5-star “mattresses”, and this hay resource eventually gave birth to a composting enterprise of mean proportions.

Next we adopted a more delicate approach to the breaking up of the land for planting, knowing our soils were crying out for a return to their foundation structures. We realised that a healthy paddock depended not only on the micro-organisms that resided beneath its surface, but also on the metre or so above, and we began to restore the land to its original tilth and crumble, by re-introducing the materials and minerals that had been extracted over the decades. The outcome was not only a reversion to the way nature intended it, but the revitalisation delivered the rewards of aeration and water retention, and the signs you see when the land is bounteous. There was little point in all this if we didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t apply the same philosophy to our nutrition and husbandry. Our feed plant, Vuma, became the first manufacturer of bio-friendly horsefeeds on the planet, and our people led a charge in the way we operate, attracting the curiosity of some of the leading stud farms of the world. How often have we heard citizens complaining about the moles in their gardens, and the earthworms and frogs that appear with the onset of the rains and the first whispers of spring? Truth is, moles are natureâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s natural aerators, earthworms are the sub-soil conveyors of nutrients, and dung beetles are the outward manifestation of a healthy, balanced and welcoming environment, just as frogs are. Anything in excess or in absence is a sign of imbalance, and the re-emergence of these fellows tells us nature is generous, rather than that things are not how they should be. As much as we might like to see a Kikuyu pasture resembling a bowling green, to the smart farmer, a couple of moleheaps are the sign that all is well, that the environment is kind, but not necessarily soft, and that the Summerhill claim that we are home to the best-nourished horses on the continent, is not just a pipedream.

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LEGEND-MAKING RACEHORSE • Visionaire is also a “one twenty one”. But his wasn’t a Timeform rating. It’s the time he took to demolish the King’s Bishop (Gr 1) field over seven furlongs. One minute twenty one. Impossible? Not when you’re dealing with Visionaire. • The modern honour-roll of the King’s Bishop (Gr 1) includes top sires More Than Ready, Distorted Humor, Elusive Quality, Hard Spun, City Zip, End Sweep, Ghostzapper, Successful Appeal and Henny Hughes.

• Former celebrities of the Gotham Stakes (Gr 3) include Secretariat, Gone West, Seeking The Gold, Gulch and Easy Goer. • Five wins from 6 1/2 to 81/2 furlongs at 2 and 3, and more than R4million. BREED-SHAPING HERITAGE • From the “sire-making” male line of Gone West, sire of Western Winter, Speightstown, Elusive Quality, Zafonic, Zamindar, Mr Greeley, etc.

• “I’ve always wanted to breed my South African mares to this kind of horse. Visionaire ticks all my boxes.” Barry Irwin, Team Valor.

THOSE THAT SALUTED HIM

Dr Alan Miller

Knut Haug

Barry Irwin

Peter Fenix

Robin Bruss

Ken Twort

AT THE RACES In North America, 5 wins, 1300-1700m at 2 and 3 and more than R4million At 2 Won Juvenile Plate (1 mile) by 2 3/4 Lengths

Grand Slam Top Echelon American Sire

At 3 Won Allowance (1 mile) Gulfstream by 5 1/2 lengths

Won Allowance (6 1/2 furlongs) Saratoga

Won King’s Bishop S. Gr 1 (7 furlongs) in 1min 21.9 secs Go to www.summerhill.co.za for the video

Won Gotham Stakes Gr 3 (8 1/2 furlongs)

3rd Risen Star Stakes Gr 3 (8 1/2 furlongs)

3rd Northern Dancer Stakes Gr 3 (81/2 furlongs)

Visit our website at www.summerhill.co.za for the full extended pedigree and race video

Scarlet Tango Dam of a Grade One hero

Gone West Sire of Sires

Bright Candles Top Race Filly Dam of Leading Sire French Deputy Sire of Sires

Silver Tango Dam of four Stakes performers

Mr. Prospector Legend Secrettame Blue Hen El Gran Senor As Good As They Get Christmas Bonus Founder of a Dynasty Deputy Minister Champion Sire Mitterand Dam of a Champion Silver Badge The Link in the Chain Royal Tango Founder of a Dynasty

Raise A Native Gold Digger Secretariat Tamerett Northern Dancer Sex Appeal Key To The Mint Sugar Plum Time Vice Regent Mint Copy Hold Your Peace Laredo Lass Poker Silver True Princely Pleasure Tango In Paris

PEDIGREE DUPLICATIONS • APTITUDE PROFILE: • BOLD RULER (4) 6-1-5-0-0 • NASRULLAH (5)

• NORTHERN DANCER (2) • PRINCEQUILLO (3)

• DOSAGE INDEX: • NATIVE DANCER (3) 3.80

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HOSPITALITY AMBASSADORS

A few of those that support us ON THE FARM

1. H.M. King Letsie lll (LS) 2. H.H. Sheikh Mohammed bin Khalifa Al Maktoum (UAE) 3. President Ramzan Kadyrov (CHEC) 4. Barry Irwin (USA) 5. Bruce Gardner 6. Rupert Plersch (GER) 7. Gaynor Rupert 8. Jimmy Sarkis 9. Dr Jim Hay (UK) 10. Ronnie Napier 11. Mark Yong (SP) 12. Steve Sturlese 13. Judge Alan Magid 14. Dermot Cantillon (IRE)

15. Mohammed Khaleel (UAE) 16. Marsh Shirtliff 17. Dennis Evans (UK) 18. Dr John McVeigh 19. Dr Barry Clements (AUS) 20. Annelise Barradale 21. Bill Lambert 22. Sam Hayes (AUS) 23. Anant Singh 24. Myron Berzack 25. Bradley Doig 26. Jean Marc Ulcoq (MAU) 27. Mike Winstanley 28. Gerald Sadleir 29. Jackie Solomon

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David Barrie (UK) Mike Destombes Robbie Byrne (IRE) Pat Goss Albert Rapp General Guy Watkins (UK) Satch Mathen Gerald Kalil Chief Masupha (LS) Xavier Bozo (FR) Phillip Diedericks Catherine Hartley Cader Hassam (MAU) Emelio Baisero (IT) Clint Larsson Bruce Campbell Peter Yip (HK)

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John Finlayson Roger Zeeman Dean Alexander Vaughn Harrison Rose Leheup (UK) Arthur van der Heijden (NL) Mark Struwig Richard Fitzgerald Michael Fleischer Clive Barnard Dr Alan Miller (USA) Steve Karlin (USA) Peter Fabricius Robert Lynch (USA) Wally Britz Keith Young Alesh Naidoo

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Syd Rosseau Mike Benson Peter Wright Seymour Harley Lee Scribante Keith Russon Mary Slack Pierre du Toit Peter Fenix Manny Testa Sidney Cassel Ashley McNabb Mike Moon Moses Thembe Ingrid Klug Doug Campbell Avison Carlisle Ken Twort

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There’s a reason why this part of the world is called the “Land of Legends” YOU’RE LOOKING AT IT We all have reasons for getting up in the mornings: ours, as we’ve so often said, is the privilege of living in this spectacular place, of being paid to work with the racehorse, and of doing so with a team of true originals in a copycat world, which would’ve been less interesting without them. The sculpture of the breeding landscape has been dramatically reshaped in the past thirty years, driven by the technology of an alien age and populated by the finances of the prosperous and the powerful. Horseracing is an unforgiving sport, and its vagaries have hurt just about every one of us that’s played at it; one moment you’re cruising, the next you’re bruising. It exalts only those who are bold enough to make their own luck, and to hell with the rest.

Michael Booysen and Erica Goss hand over Freedom of Royalty to HM King Goodwill Zwelethini of the Zulus.

Such a man is Michael Booysen, a stripling of a six year old when we first found him around here in the “seventies”, with a runny nose that dripped over his lips and a grubby little “bheshu” that girded his loins. His mother was a travelling saleslady who’d had six different children on six different farms by almost as many fathers, and he was churchmouse poor. It wasn’t surprising that he went through three name changes in his quest to discover his identity, but of one thing there was no doubt: he had the unmistakable look of “Adam Kok” about him, and his face was rotten with mischief, so lined, it looked like an aerial shot of the Okavango Delta in the dry season. Another thing he was rotten with, was “horses”: he didn’t just “do” horses, he talked to them. God knows what Spook and Diesel, Imperial Despatch and Art de Vivre had to listen to in those early days. And he could ride, goodness could he ride. Booysen is the type of man people envy. Extraordinarily gifted, as good a man-manager as Summerhill has known, a universally respected professional. He’s not your walk-and-trot kind of guy though. You don’t win without being a little tough. And you need to win, because second “sucks”. But don’t fall for the imagery. The man is unfulfilled. “I always wanted to be a jockey”, he says wistfully, glancing at his waistline as if to concede his mind was making appointments his body was no longer able to keep. Even so, you know that if a passing trainer were to offer him a ride these days, he’d swear he could make the weight.

Legends

There’s no equity in life, though. A man just wants to be a battling hoop, cadging mounts and togging up in iron sheds at country meetings. Instead, here he is, managing jockeys, managing horses, managing football teams; absolute torture! On weekends at least, he gets to dust off the trophies on his sideboard. Michael Booysen is another Summerhill original. He’s part of the spine of the place, that’s carried it to the summit despite the odds. When the family is strong, it doesn’t need reunions to remember its purpose.

Louise Rawlinson

SOUTH AFRICA’S LONGEST SERVING LLOYDS OF LONDON HORSE INSURER As Lloyds of London’s oldest agents in the horse business, we hold the unique distinction of never having an unpaid claim in 37 years. And because we have the best claims history in Africa, our clients get the best rates. Like everything else at Summerhill, it’s about relationships. WE ONLY INSURE HORSES. THAT’S WHY WE’RE GOOD AT IT.

HORSE AND FARM MANAGEMENT

Linda Norval

Greig Muir

Annet Becker

Michael Booysen

Richard Hlongwane

Tarryn Liebenberg

Ilze Schmidt

Haydn Bam

Bongane Shangase

Thabani Nzimande

Themba Zuma

Dr Allen Bechard

Siyabonga Mlaba

John Motaung

Storm Clark

Simon Dlamini

Alexia Staschik

Elliot Bhengu

Neil Atkin-Smith

Zap Molefe

Ricardo Christian

Maliyakhe Zuma

Delane Mtshali

Ben Mbhele

Alpheus Mfeka

Thoko Shabalala

Fikile Mchunu

Busisiwe Dlamini

ADMINISTRATION AND BUSINESS DEVELOPMENT

Ferdi Heinen

Heather Morkel

Jaco Britz

Michele Muir

Amorette Kramer

Felicity Hayward

Ramona Ayoob

Nomfundo Msomi

Kate Schoeman

Megan Romeyn

Welcome Mbatha

Ayanda Sanasie

Thandi Makhoba

Leeanne vd Westhuizen

S TA L L I O N P R I N C I PA L S T HIS

T E A M ’ S N O T PA S S I O N AT E , I T ’ S O B S E S S E D W I T H W H AT I T D O E S

Greig Muir, Themba Zuma, Richard Hlongwane and the Stallion crew

Gaynor Rupert

Mary Slack

Rupert Plersch (GER)

Barry Irwin (USA)

Sheikh Mohammed (UAE)

Katsumi Yoshida (JPN)

Chris Gerber

Jim Hay (UK)

John Massara (AUS)

Dennis Evans

Dr Andreas Jacobs

Lee Scribante

The Stable Maintenance Team

Tarryn Liebenberg, Michael Booysen, Thabani Nzimande, John Motaung, Ricardo Christian and the Ready to Run team

Ilze Schmidt, Maliyakhe Zuma, Elliot Bhengu and the Yearling team

Porka Mlambo and the Construction gang

The Vuma Horsefeeds trio

Annet Becker, Storm Clark, Siyabonga Mlaba, Delane Mtshali and the Broodmare and Foalcare teams

Welcome Mbatha and the Trading Store team

Haydn Bam, Bongane Shangase, Simon Dlamini and the Farm and Estate divisions

Michael Booysen and his Security team

Neil Atkin-Smith and the Workshop engineers

Kate Christie, Jackie Cameron and the Hartford House and Restaurant assembly

BROCHURE LAYOUT & DESIGN: Felicity Hayward and the Xpressions Advertising & Design Team DVD: Michael Nefdt and iKind Media - Matthew Nefdt, Devin Carter & Team BLOG: Michael Nefdt PRINT: Pro-Print (Pty) Ltd

Leigh Willson

Michael Nefdt

Bronwyn Goss

Nicholas Goss

Matthew Nefdt

Devin Carter

S TA L L I O N P R I N C I PA L S T HIS

T E A M ’ S N O T PA S S I O N AT E , I T ’ S O B S E S S E D W I T H W H AT I T D O E S

Greig Muir, Themba Zuma, Richard Hlongwane and the Stallion crew

Gaynor Rupert

Mary Slack

Rupert Plersch (GER)

Barry Irwin (USA)

Sheikh Mohammed (UAE)

Katsumi Yoshida (JPN)

Chris Gerber

Jim Hay (UK)

John Massara (AUS)

Dennis Evans

Dr Andreas Jacobs

Lee Scribante

The Stable Maintenance Team

Tarryn Liebenberg, Michael Booysen, Thabani Nzimande, John Motaung, Ricardo Christian and the Ready to Run team

Ilze Schmidt, Maliyakhe Zuma, Elliot Bhengu and the Yearling team

Porka Mlambo and the Construction gang

The Vuma Horsefeeds trio

Annet Becker, Storm Clark, Siyabonga Mlaba, Delane Mtshali and the Broodmare and Foalcare teams

Welcome Mbatha and the Trading Store team

Haydn Bam, Bongane Shangase, Simon Dlamini and the Farm and Estate divisions

Michael Booysen and his Security team

Neil Atkin-Smith and the Workshop engineers

Kate Christie, Jackie Cameron and the Hartford House and Restaurant assembly

Leigh Willson

Michael Nefdt

Bronwyn Goss

Nicholas Goss

Matthew Nefdt

Devin Carter

Land of Lege

ends

S TA L L I O N P R I N C I PA L S

Gaynor Rupert

Mary Slack

Rupert Plersch (GER)

Barry Irwin (USA)

Sheikh Mohammed (UAE)

Katsumi Yoshida (JPN)

Chris Gerber

Jim Hay (UK)

John Massara (AUS)

Dennis Evans

Dr Andreas Jacobs

Lee Scribante

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Leigh Willson

Michael Nefdt

Bronwyn Goss

Nicholas Goss

Matthew Nefdt

Devin Carter

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