Royal Ascot

Royal Ascot is one of my favorite weeks of the year. I love the excitement of dressing up and getting that hat back on my head (Obvi I made my own), nattering with my friends about what they are going to wear and who to place bets on. Drinking copious amounts of champagne and tucking into yummy picnic or dining in one of the many restaurants.

True to form I arrived at car park 1 to join two of my great friends and immediately I had a glass of bubbles thrust into my hand, I was going to complain ;-)!!
We were soon tucking into poached salmon, sausages, coronation chicken, potato salad and a variety of salads. The chef had outdone herself and we were all exceedingly grateful.

The races were imminent and once the plates had been scraped clean we all dashed off to place our bets. 

And they were off, the sound of galloping hooves against the track, the fast commentary from the man behind the mike, the silent but electric tension from the stands and finally a mix of emotions as ohhhhhhhs and yeeeeeahhhs are exclaimed as people either win or loose. It's heart pounding stuff, and why I love Ascot.

Retiring to the Bollinger Tent in the Royal enclosure to rest our nerves but not out wallets and meeting up with a few more people. We guzzled back a few more drops while nattering away discussing those luck few who had retrieved some winnings. 

This cycle continued until we were all a but merry and the bets became sillier, therefore no doubt the bookies became richer ha!!!

The day went as quick as a flash, or should I say as fast as the horses racing. I had a fantastic time and can't believe I have a whole year until next time.

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