A night at the races…
In contrast to any stories about bread, this post is one we’ve been putting off for ages, as it’ll probably take a bit more effort!
Every now and then we feel the need to get out of London for a day or two, and a perfect opportunity came along to do that one weekend. The village that one of our friends live in was having a fundraising night for the local hall. A night at the races!
Well, not really at the races. It was all based in said hall, which was fine by us, as it was nice and warm, and the bar was only a few steps away. All good! The races themselves were videos, which you bet on by buying a runner, or owner of a runner in each race, or by placing bets. Notice I didn’t say horses there. The runners turned out (once the video started – you didn’t know beforehand) to be horses, dogs, and even pigs. All good fun. But I’m not sure we really got into the fundraising spirit of things, as we seemed to be quite good at picking winners so came out ahead on the tote for the night. But not on the bar, so that presumably worked out OK.
The afternoon before ‘race night’ we had a great walk around the village. A pleasant Autumn/Winter day can be a great time to have a stroll. As a bonus we got to take a neighbour’s dog for a walk with us, and a very well behaved chappie he was too. Didn’t even object too much to being dragged past a dead rabbit or two.
You never know what you’ll spot by the roadsides. And this mushroom/toadstool/fungus was pretty impressive. As were the apples we cadged from one of the trees by the road…
All quite a different pace and feel for a weekend. Very enjoyable. Thanks Liz and Dave!