Charles Moore Charles Moore

‘All he did done perfectly’

I’m not sure how well I knew him, but it was enough to be with him in so many moments of pleasure

issue 12 December 2015

In March 2006, I went looking for a hunter in Ireland. In a yard somewhere in Co. Limerick, I tried out a six-year-old bay and a five-year-old liver chestnut. ‘The bay had the better turn of speed,’ I recorded, ‘but was troublesome in the mouth. The build of the liver chestnut was also better. He jumped well… Apparently he won’t do banks, but that doesn’t matter in Sussex. Di was clear that the liver chestnut was the one.’

Di — Diana Grissell, Master of our hunt and carer of any horse I ride — is always right. So I bought the liver chestnut for £5,500. His Irish owner said, ‘He’s got a good lepp on him.’ One is trained not to believe people — especially Irish people — who try to sell one horses, but in this case the man was underselling.

The horse was registered, depressingly, as Smooth Project, but luckily his stable name was Tommy.

Charles Moore
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Charles Moore

Charles Moore is The Spectator’s chairman.

He is a former editor of the magazine, as well as the Sunday Telegraph and the Daily Telegraph. He became a non-affiliated peer in July 2020.

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