To be at Flemington on a glorious but quiet spring morning feels unreal — without the horses and the sea of humanity and the familiar roar that builds up from the Hill Stand when there’s a big race.
But then you catch yourself and there they…

To be at Flemington on a glorious but quiet spring morning feels unreal — without the horses and the sea of humanity and the familiar roar that builds up from the Hill Stand when there’s a big race.
But then you catch yourself and there they…