Following the success of our Thoroughbred Business Breakfasts in 2025 and 2026, I am delighted to announce our next event… 📅 Wednesday 2nd September | Newmarket There are networking events… and then there are experiences. The Thoroughbred Business Breakfast is an exclusive opportunity to step behind the scenes of one of Britain’s most prestigious industries, opening doors that are rarely available to the public. This is your chance to: Be welcomed into the historic, private members’ club, The Jockey Club Rooms, for an unforgettable morning. Travel to the famous Warren Hill Gallops in the heart of Newmarket, where a leading trainer will guide you through the history of this iconic training ground while you watch racehorses exercising. Return to The Jockey Club Rooms to enjoy a full breakfast around one beautifully laid table, giving you the opportunity to connect with fellow business owners and leaders, share ideas, build relationships and gain a fascinating insight into the thoroughbred racing and breeding industry. You will also enjoy a private tour of the Rooms, discovering their remarkable history, art and heritage. Visit an exclusive international breeding farm, home to some of the world’s most valuable stallions, for a private behind-the-scenes experience. Finish the day at Tattersalls, where you will witness the excitement of a live bloodstock auction from the world-famous Park Paddocks sales ring and experience an atmosphere unlike any other. This is more than a networking event. It is an opportunity to go where most people cannot, learn what few people ever experience, and leave inspired by an industry built on passion, excellence and tradition. Whether you have an interest in racing or simply enjoy unique business experiences, this is a day that will stay with you long after it ends. 📅 Wednesday 2nd September 📍 Newmarket 💷 £249 per person 25% discount for bookings of four or more people. Places are limited, and previous events have been extremely well received.

Some people spend 20 years “networking”… Yet never get any further forward. Why? Because they’re in the wrong rooms.With the wrong people.At the wrong level.Having the wrong conversations. Real networking is not collecting business cards over warm white wine and stale sausage rolls. It’s proximity. Proximity to people ahead of you. People building bigger things. People solving bigger problems. People thinking differently. People who challenge your standards, your thinking, your excuses and your vision. A couple of weeks ago we took around 20 entrepreneurs over to Newmarket, to one of the incredible days that are hosted by the brilliant @Michael O'Hagan and @Holly Ohagan at MOH check out their video What an incredible day.... access to people and parts of Newmarket that you only get because of the massive respect that Michael and Holly command in the area/specialism Not long before that, we hosted an exclusive lunch and private tour at the House of Lords for 27 entrepreneurs, escorted by 2 Lords no less. And in the next couple of months we’ll be enjoying an exclusive tour and lunch at the infamous Coutts Bank, the King’s bank, (formerly the Queen’s bank), inside the boardrooms where history, influence and wealth have flowed for generations. Why do I do this? Because success leaves clues. Most people don’t need more motivation.They need better rooms.Better conversations.Better standards.Better thinking.Better connections. One meaningful conversation can change the trajectory of your business and your life. That’s what The Growth Syndicate is about. Not fake networking: Real access. Real people. Real growth. Real conversations. Because networking is only working…If you work it.

I had such a great day with mentees, skool members and friends at home on Saturday... ....and we raised £9,000 for Cambridge Children's hospital whilst having fun - what's not to love?

Sometimes I think the reason some entrepreneurs struggle is because they’re trying too hard to succeed. It becomes all about work, productivity, and profit. But we all know the old saying, “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” This weekend reminded me of that truth. On Friday and Saturday, I caught up with some old friends I only see once or twice a year. Today, I had the privilege of opening a European cultural festival as a Deputy Lieutenant. Neither had any commercial or “productive” return, but both filled me with joy, laughter, and deep human connection. It struck me again that success isn’t just about money or milestones. It’s also about friendship, community, and service. These are the things that make us feel alive, valid, and grounded. Sometimes, the most productive thing we can do for our business is step away from it, connect with people, and give without expectation. As Albert Schweitzer said, “The purpose of human life is to serve, and to show compassion and the will to help others.” And as Helen Keller reminded us, “Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much.” So here’s my reminder to you (and myself): Don’t get so busy chasing success that you forget to live, laugh, and serve.

When I was sailing as part of the Clipper Round the World Yacht Race, we were on the London to Rio leg... 6,000 miles across the Atlantic. Somewhere near the equator, we hit a place every sailor dreads: the doldrums. It’s where the trade winds from the north and south cancel each other out. Warm air rises, and at the surface there’s nothing. No breeze. No push. The ocean turns into a mirror. The horizon blurs. The air presses on your chest like a weight. Silence. Heavy, suffocating silence. For centuries, sailors have prayed to Neptune when crossing the equator. Some would pour rum overboard, others staged elaborate ceremonies. It wasn’t just tradition. It was fear. When you’re stuck in a world of endless water with no way forward, superstition feels safer than logic. Even today, sailors still pay homage, part respect, part insurance against being trapped in eternity. On our race, the nightmare became real. We had the longest delay in Clipper history. 9 days of going nowhere. You couldn’t motor through - use the engine and you’d be penalised. In the old days, men sat in the same stillness with no hope of rescue. Just staring at the horizon, wondering if the wind would ever return, or if they’d rot under a burning sun. We worked shifts, two hours on, two hours off, waiting for a whisper of wind. Off-shift, you’d crawl into a coffin-sized bunk already slick with someone else’s sweat. The heat was close to 40 degrees, no shade, no escape. The boat reeked - sweat, damp, salt. Hygiene broke down. Cuts festered. I caught MRSA there, which later poisoned my blood and started to shut down my organs. What looked like paradise was quietly killing us from the inside. You imagine diving overboard for relief, but salt water only speeds dehydration. So you sit. You sweat. You wait. The ocean becomes a prison cell without walls. Beautiful, yes, but beautiful in the way a venomous snake is beautiful. You start asking yourself the most dangerous question: what if the wind never comes back?