Royal Ascot, a quintessentially British affair;
Pimms on tap, Strawberries & Cream by the bucket load, Boys in suits (Top Hats and Tails, if invited to the Royal Enclosure), Girls in smart dresses & headwear, British cloudy weather and Queenie sat in her Royal Box.
British transport was also on full form; the 1st train was delayed & completely full and the next train was cancelled. So unfortunately we missed the royal procession. But we managed to get there in time to see the 1st race.
I'm not much of a gambler and it's a good job as I pretty much lost every bet I made, with the exception of one where I won £9.50. Although considering the £10 bet, I didn't even break even.
The most exciting race was the 3rd, where Aussie horse, Black Caviar won the race, literally by its nostrils. Unfortunately it was the biggest favourite of the day, so the odds on the horse didn't really rake in the cash.
The day ended with Britain's favourite dish, a good ol' curry. A perfectly quintessential British day.
The most exciting race was the 3rd, where Aussie horse, Black Caviar won the race, literally by its nostrils. Unfortunately it was the biggest favourite of the day, so the odds on the horse didn't really rake in the cash.
The day ended with Britain's favourite dish, a good ol' curry. A perfectly quintessential British day.
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