On the recent holiday weekend we went horse racing at Beverly in Yorkshire. Well, the horses went racing, with leprechauns as passengers, and we merely watched and wagered.
Beverly is number seven in my very long-term mission to visit all 59 racecourses in Britain, the others so far being Towcester, Windsor, Goodwood, Sandown, Cheltenham and Newbury.
(I have also been to Ascot racecourse for a seminar on company law. That doesn't count.)
The day was lovely, the turf action was very good and the wagering was a fiasco. Seven races, eight bets, no wins. Thankfully I am still spending winnings from the Newbury coup, so it doesn't stick in the craw too much.
Next on the list is probably York, since it is a city that warrants a long weekend visit.