Being at the races is thrilling. There is something about the colour and the glamour that gives me a thrill every time I go. There is a strange mix of gentry and working class at the races – posh frocks and Benson and Hedges are cheek by jowl, and the press of humanity having a good time is hard to beat.
The colours are what I think of – the jockeys’ silks flashing past the post in a blur of primary colours. And people cheering.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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