It is the weather men rather than the steaks most of us want to grill slowly over hot embers this non-barbecue summer. But there are consolation days and nowhere better to appreciate them than Newmarket’s July course. The staff are friendly. Nobody looks askance at those who choose not to wear a tie and the fillies in silky pastels are as beguilingly undercovered as those in a risqué Edwardian pencil sketch.
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