Donald Go

Donald is a relatively young man, dressed loosely in a bright T-shirt and baggy tartan trousers. He has a canvas bag slung over his shoulder, probably containing a racing paper and a few racing programmes, and badges from his recent travels.   Although he is on the small side, he isn’t exactly muscular, but he isn’t weedy-looking either. There is an air of hidden strength about him, a graceful strength that shows in his balance, the way he holds himself, the way he walks.