The last true sporting intellectual pursuits in the world are 1) chess and 2) The Races.
Who knew how important a spell could be? The difference between a stallion and a donkey on my booking card!
So much more to The Races than my previous brush of ‘prettiest jockey jumper’ (don’t hate on me – I was young).
Now the stakes are higher with a demand for discerning judgment calls on trainers, past performances, the weather, the starting stall, the word on the street…
And more than the gambling (don’t worry I am a “dollar each way” kinda girl. I am not advocating gambling with more than your money) there is the fashion, the energy, the attraction, the sparkling conversation—and the sparkling wine….
Sun is shining and there is a genuine respect for the occasion. Yes we will wear our most delightful fascinators and custom-made hats. Yes men will wear jackets. Yes we are there to see horses.
Because The Races is more than a bar in the day: this a day that pulsates with the anticipation of the hard work, blood, sweat and tears of these horses and their entire entourage of cast and crew. Dapper gentlemen and stunning ladies, and all the genuinely good-natured fun that is conjured by the special magic on the field.
And will wear our finest out to The Party at The Races.
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