I love a Point 2 Point!

Saturday Gilly, the kids and I piled into the Land Rover and headed to Horseheath for my first point to point.
A point to point is kind of an informal horse race. It is a practice run for hunt horses before the bigger races.
People can place bets but its really more just a fun day out in the country.

We arrived at noon and stayed for five races.
The girls whizzed off to find tempting things to buy and eat while Gilly and I toured around the course.
We started off at the entrance where the huntsmen kicked off the show in their redcoats. Then we went to the Paddock to watch the horses being paraded around. We picked the horses we wanted to bet on and headed to the 'tote' to place our big one pound bets. I think I betted on Loose Morals. The jockey ended up falling off! Loose indeed.

After the first race Gilly and I headed to the bar tent for our tipple of whisky for me and port for her. We stood in the corner next to the heater and watched the crowd mix, mingle and booze up.

I have to stop here and just tell all of you readers how over the top this experience was for me.
It was like jumping into a British novel. EVERY man was sporting the same uniform:
Green Wellingtons that were usually so muddy they were brown
Jeans or khaki pants tucked into their boots
Collared shirt under a cashmere jumper
Green of brown Barbour coat
Plaid cap

I was in hog heaven. Not only were many of the men dashing but they were all in my favorite English country gentleman drag.
Well done boys! Charles Ryder where were you?

I felt so out of the loop in the looks department that I sallied over to 'Joules' tent and bought me self a right handsome olive and blue plaid cap.

After a couple more whiskeys we watched some more races, chatted with some of the family friends about the hunt ball happening that night and placed a couple more bets.

Around 4pm temps were dropping and the whiskey was waning so we decided to call it a day.

A perfect day at the races!