back again

All day I've been trying to remember the last time I went to horse racing.

I think it was July 09, but I'm not sure if it was the trip to York or the one to Chantilly. Both were that month. A lot of water has gone under the bridge since then. A real flood.

Today I was at more prosaic Musselburgh. A mere 45 minutes away (but dicing with death among the nutballs who inhabit the Edinburgh bypass).

I enjoyed it, but only made deposits with the bookmakers - no withdrawals. I hope I haven't lost my beginner's luck touch.

I'd forgotten how many Brits go horse racing just to get blootered. Depressed me a bit. I know I'm slightly strange, being happy enough with a coffee and an ice cream.

Must go more regularly.