A Day at the Races

Our horse-mad weekend visitor thought that horse-mad M8 would like to go to the races. Why hadn't I ever thought of that before considering we live less than 10 minutes drive away from a major racecourse? We all picked a horse from the first race as they paraded beforehand.

A3 picked the only white horse (oi!) in the race, and the jockey's colours matched his hair nicely. He placed second.

Number Four was a popular choice among the young ladies as it had glitter on it's flank;-) It was a case of style over substance and he didn't perform well.

Mama picked Number Nine which came in third.

It's been a lot of fun listening to M8 test Aunty C's horsie knowledge over the weekend and watch her complete excitement at the races.