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Sunday, 8 January 2012

A day at the races!

Just before christmas my son Joe and his girlfriend Vikki asked us if we would go to the races with them in the new year, so yesterday we set off for Wincanton racecourse to watch some anorexic young men (and women) riding round in circles to enable the poor, impoverished bookies to scrape a living.

Joe


Vikki





Us - Cheezey D an Mr Cheeze!


Joe and Vikki had bets on all the races and even had a winner, although one of Joe's horses fell!
We decided to get into the spirit of things and invested a whole pound on Kavegirl at 10-1 to win the third race of the day. Alas, her performance was no better than her spelling and victory eluded her, although she did come in at a respectable 3rd place. If we had only put our money on each way we would have won a couple of pounds but, such is life!





Vikki's favourite horse Pasco

Joe's winning horse Consigliere
Gallox Bridge - Joe's horse that fell!
Kavegirl!
Sum jockeys


Although we have never really been into horse racing or gambling we found it interesting and enjoyed the experience more than we thought we would. I think if I were to go again I should like to go in the summer, a few pints of cider in the sun would enhance the experience no end!  Thank you Joe and Vikki for a nice day, it was lovely to see you both x

(Photos by Joe)

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