You Can Bet On That!
PUBLISHED: 12:24 15 January 2014 | UPDATED: 13:05 15 January 2014
Well, it’s that time of the year when we all start to reflect on the year past and our plans for the coming year.
I don’t know about you, but we are hoping for a year full of exciting events and new people to meet, new adventures, concerts, festivals, things to do. So instead of a restrictive view of what we are going to give up, we plan to embrace the good life and will try and cram in as many happy times in that we can!
In reflective mode, we thought of all that we have done in 2013, what a great year! Writing for Warwickshire Life has to be up there as a personal highlight and we thought we’d tell you about another great day that we had on a very hot summer’s day, to get you in the mood for planning your own wish list of fun times.
We were treated to a day at the races - Warwick Racecourse to be precise - and were spoilt rotten by not only the staff there, but by Mo Charge, horse owner and general all round good egg. We were asked to share his box, in itself a lovely thing.
As novice’s in all things to do with the races, we were excited and a little nervous when we placed our first bet (a whole £2!), we didn’t win on the first race, but we found it quite addictive and before long we’d placed a few more bets, Cherry being delighted when she won £7! It’s not the amount, it’s the thrill! We were very sensible to quit after this, thoughts of special brew, a bench and losing our well-earned pounds made sure of that!
However, despite not placing any more bets and the lack of binoculars to see the start line, Emma got a little more carried away with each race. With what can only be described as an accurate portrayal of Audrey Hepburn’s Eliza Doolittle in the film ‘My Fair Lady’, the excitement got too much and as ‘Neddy’ approached the winning line, it was all Cherry could do to stop Emma launching herself at the winning post. And my word, those racehorses are magnificent beasts. We were lucky enough to be invited into the paddock to meet Mo’s horse and jockey - a thoroughly nice horse (it was nice to meet a fellow ‘nag’) and a thoroughly nice chap.
Alas, our day at the races had to come to an end. The sun was setting on a glorious day and Mo had helicoptered off into the sunset, leaving us with a newfound appreciation of horses and the adrenaline rush caused by watching them race. We vowed to return to Warwick Racecourse, perhaps with our families or maybe, just maybe, a cheeky ladies day out - You can ‘bet’ on that!