York Races, Part 2

Having survived the delightful horror of finding last night's kebab, girded his loins for turning up at the racecourse in tails and dealt with Daf's new look the troops headed to the Knavesmire for the Ebor meet.

Polly of course won on the first two races and despite the foul weather and some criminally poor luck on his behalf a first class time was had by all. He of course was the only person at the races in tails which had the surprising advantage that none of the gate-wardens asked him to produce his badge and so he found himself in the owners' enclosure towards the end of the day.

With money rolling out of everyone else's pockets they went into town to the Lowther (scene of much drinking in times gone past) to watch the rugby (apparently England were playing France in a semi-final). With the dinner table booked for half-time the party rather split between the girls who hate rugger and the welsh on the one side and the others on the other side with the first side heading to dinner and the others staying in the pub and cheering themselves hoarse.

With England through to the final, what a miracle, an inordinate quantity of booze flowed late into the night.

The best said about Sunday is that breakfast was splendid, the 4 hour train trip less so.

Another first class weekend with chums, well done Polly.