I was about to witness goat racing Easter Monday in Buccoo Village I was fighting my way through icecream vans hordes of people food stalls and hot music singeing my eardrums Even though the general movement was towards the racecourse I elbowed my way through the crowds in an effort to get a good pitch An area had been cordoned off to make a course for competitors Not quite on a par with established racecourses but on the similar assumption that spectators were to line either side of a stretch of ground along which the participants would travel An attempt was being made to keep a handful of select goats in order No mean feat when dealing with an animal fabled to eat almost anything it can get hold of