This weekend in 2007 was the highlight of the year.
On Friday we head for Somerset and the Premier Pairs competition which last season was probably the best meeting of the season in terms of racing.
On Saturday we headed for Cardiff and the British Grand Prix expecting a let down after such a great Friday night and Chris Harris went and won the event.
How can you beat that? You cannot!
The weekend starts tomorrow.
Thursday, 26 June 2008
Sunday, 1 June 2008
Weekend Away
Brilliant weekend.
London was welcoming and still buzzing.
The sun was shining brightly all day.
We parked the car for £1 all day, and got a travel card for £5-90 each.
Arriving at London Bridge we walked the length of the South Bank to get to the London Eye.
At the top of the ride that British Airways call a flight there was a problem. We stopped and stayed with the best view for 5 minutes.
We spotted that the trooping of the colour was going on in Horseguards Parade so we made our way over in good time for the procession down The Mall. Those horses are definitely not toilet trained.
We headed for lunch as the sweepers appeared to clear up the mess and ended up in Chiquitos, Leicester Square eating Mexican food.
We then wandered through the Trocadero which changes with the month, but still exudes the feeling of tackiness. From there up Regent Street to Hamleys. A quick look at Oxford Street followed by a gentle stroll through the backstreets to Cambridge Circus where we stopped for a drink and reminded ourselves how good Les Miserables was which we both saw at the Palace Theatre many years ago.
We met a friend at Chandos in Trafalgar Square but moved on when I was reminded that it is a Samuel Smiths pub and I no longer enjoy those odd tastes like I used to.
From there we caught the tube to Arsenal station for my first visit to the Emirates Stadium. Bruce Springsteen was playing live at the start of his UK tour. The music went on and on clearly enjoyed by all the performers and we left the stadium shoulder to shoulder with thousands of other fans, mostly middle aged.
To avoid the massive queues at all the local tube stations I marched Dawn away from the crowd and around to Finsbury Park but she was so glad I did when we saw the massive queue outside the station coming direct from the stadium. We were deemed members of the general public and allowed into the station as we were coming from another direction.
Our train was not crowded and we picked up the car safely to drive back to the hotel arriving at midnight thirty.
To move on from Bruce and his own lyrics:
"Today we walked in the sun."
London was welcoming and still buzzing.
The sun was shining brightly all day.
We parked the car for £1 all day, and got a travel card for £5-90 each.
Arriving at London Bridge we walked the length of the South Bank to get to the London Eye.
At the top of the ride that British Airways call a flight there was a problem. We stopped and stayed with the best view for 5 minutes.
We spotted that the trooping of the colour was going on in Horseguards Parade so we made our way over in good time for the procession down The Mall. Those horses are definitely not toilet trained.
We headed for lunch as the sweepers appeared to clear up the mess and ended up in Chiquitos, Leicester Square eating Mexican food.
We then wandered through the Trocadero which changes with the month, but still exudes the feeling of tackiness. From there up Regent Street to Hamleys. A quick look at Oxford Street followed by a gentle stroll through the backstreets to Cambridge Circus where we stopped for a drink and reminded ourselves how good Les Miserables was which we both saw at the Palace Theatre many years ago.
We met a friend at Chandos in Trafalgar Square but moved on when I was reminded that it is a Samuel Smiths pub and I no longer enjoy those odd tastes like I used to.
From there we caught the tube to Arsenal station for my first visit to the Emirates Stadium. Bruce Springsteen was playing live at the start of his UK tour. The music went on and on clearly enjoyed by all the performers and we left the stadium shoulder to shoulder with thousands of other fans, mostly middle aged.
To avoid the massive queues at all the local tube stations I marched Dawn away from the crowd and around to Finsbury Park but she was so glad I did when we saw the massive queue outside the station coming direct from the stadium. We were deemed members of the general public and allowed into the station as we were coming from another direction.
Our train was not crowded and we picked up the car safely to drive back to the hotel arriving at midnight thirty.
To move on from Bruce and his own lyrics:
"Today we walked in the sun."
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