'I'm not retiring just yet. It'll come to me, I'm sure, but I hate idleness - I haven't had an idle moment in 60 years'

Henry Candy is off to the yearling sales. Not into the rarefied air of Book 1, where the wealthy go to divest themselves of all the noughts in their bank account, and even Book 2 was a bit of a stretch as well. He'll step in as and when the market relents.

Every trainer has to find their level, to avoid wasting time and raising the blood pressure, and Candy has spent the last 50 years working to a straitened budget, digging for diamonds in the rough.

Sometimes the gems have come to him, from owner-breeders with a loyalty to the historic yard at Kingstone Warren, in the distant wilds of Oxfordshire (just across the border from Nicky Henderson); some have been 'unwanted' at the sales. Wherever they were sourced, though, they invariably realised their potential and often outran their pedigree.