A Day at the Races

Ladies Day at Musselburgh Race Course. For a special lady, who's always been interested in the horse racing, but had never been to a live race meet. It took seventy years to get her to one, but think she'll remember it all for a long time. 

Thirteenth of June. Table Thirteen. The omens weren't good. But, the mother-in-law (mind, never been to the racer course before) managed a winner in the first race. Then she picked the winner in the second race too. Not only that, she also picked up a second place each-way bet in the same race, because she liked the fact the jockey was named Samantha. Quirky system, but it bloody well worked.

And the same for the big race too. 13th June, Table 13, horse number 13. Romped in first. We nearly all won on that one

Plenty wins all round (apart from the so-called expert in our group) across the card, so, after fighting our way through the crowds of high-heeled teetering drunks, hijacking someone's taxi back into the City for the ladies, then us chaps jumping on a free bus ride and train back to Waverley, it was slap up fish suppers all round washed down with Prosecco and a nice Cabernet.

Special mention to Euan and Grant too for wheeling around Lady Muck in her chariot, negotiating the crowds, and making sure she had an absolute blast.