A few years ago I was very, very lucky to receive an invite to a Buckingham Palace Garden Party, but it left me with a rather unusual problem: a surfeit of beautiful millinery.
Languishing in a box and dust bag combination on the top of my wardrobe, a navy blue brimmed hat, trimmed with a gauzy bow waited. Waited for a reason to be lovingly dusted off again for a special occasion that never seemed to present itself. I had tossed up the idea of a hatted afternoon tea for my 30th birthday, but my
lazy busy self didn’t quite organise it.
So, when I found out about the Goodwood races, I knew it was the perfect chance to pull out said confectionary and organise a Ladies Day Out with a few of my favourite smiles. See, there they are, up there.
To say the weather was crotchety was an understatement – from the minute we all woke up (that would be Claire, Amy and I – all bloggers three) it was a flurry of messages and flipping between apps to see who proclaimed the most cheerful forecast. Unfortunately the heavens had decided that dark and stormy would be the order of the day, so with one had firmly placed on our hats we explored the grounds.
(Note: I’ve been told to include more photos of myself on this here blog, so here’s a token hatted selfie.)
Having giggled at the shenanigans from fellow race-goers all the way to the racetrack, we spent the entire day outfit watching and hat obsessed as we people-watched with intensity; between selecting drinks, snaffling the occasional track side snack and placing random bets, mostly based on the Horse’s name, rather than any kind of logic.
The view across the racetrack over the downs is beautiful – chocolate box England at its best.
And to complement the views, we were handed bowls of strawberries and thick cream for no reason other than it was race day (perhaps it’s a tradition to soak up all of the G&Ts?), and eventually warmed ourselves up with a selection of foods-in-a-bun from one of the gourmet stands.
And there were the occasional flutters, and a few wins.
Funnily enough I didn’t take many photos as we were too busy watching the races – but it was great to share the day with these ladies (despite the slightly chaotic end to the day, and a hilarious demonstration of British queue politics in action) and I would go back in a heartbeat.
Gotta have another reason for that hat, right?
Have you been to the races?