My Gran is somewhat fondly attached to champagne, which is always a highlight of race day:
Note Gran sitting on her "shooting stick"; she'd picked it up from a friend a few days earlier. It's a walking stick that folds out into a small seat - very handy for long days on your feet. Anyway, the first race was due to begin just after 11am, so I was off to the tote, to put a bet on "Brut" (we were sticking with the champagne theme):
Needless to say, Brut didn't win. In fact, none of the horses Greg and I bet on in the five races run while we were there won. Still, all the lost bets went to charity, and we did have to get rid of the last of our vatu (the local currency). As the others got stuck into the champers (and Greg got put on duty making sure Gran's seat didn't sink into the muddy ground), I headed off round to see where the horses were stabled:
I also got busy taking photos of kids who'd scored a great vantage point by scaling the trees overlooking the racetrack. I happened to be snapping just as the first race began, and got one of my favourite shots of the day:
And just to prove there were actually horses running:You can see the tents near the finish line on the right-hand side of the photograph; after each race the jockeys would take their steeds back to receive prizes, trophies, etc.
It may not be Flemington or Ascot, but there was still plenty of high fashion on show:
I was looking at the tote board, trying to figure out which horse to bet on in race five, when a bloke tapped me on the shoulder and said "Natalie - it is you!":