it's derby time.

saturday...half pint and i left btown just after nine. arrived in the town of epsom around eleven-ish. then proceeded to get lost and couldn't find the railway station where i was meeting up with sarah. this is so my style. i'm in the area i need to be, but i can't find for the life of me, the destination. desperate times called for desperate measures and i had to pull into a petrol station to use their washroom to change into my lbt (little black dress). i always think it's funny when you use a petrol station washroom, of all places to change from your everyday clothes into something fancy-smanchy and leave in heels. make-up was applied in the car enroute, in between stop and go traffic.

taken from my car as i was crawling along at a snails pace to get to my destination in 500 yards.

oh, and then my mobile conked out. literally...conked. out. it died. i have no idea how i managed to meet up with sarah with no communication but as she was walking into the shuttle line i was bookin' it (that's for you, rachel) from across the street and we just kinda stumbled upon each other. what timing!

we scored some great seats and made friends with our neighbours.

our neighbours have been coming to the derby for ten years with their kids. they were really friendly and seemed to like talking to us canadian girls. i learned a lot of the derby and how horse racing operates. they didn't mind my endless questions (i'm so curious) either!

here's the dad.

the nice stewarder-guy offered to take our photo too. people were just so nice!

sarah and i brought a picnic too. the brie melted enroute into this gooey goodness and those sundried tomatoes from marks & spencer were outta this world. good choice, sarah.

hey horsey, what's up? you run fast and if you don't run fast enough, the jockey whips you. i don't like that either, horsey.

the family we made friends with gave some advice on which horse to bet on. here's the booker, bookie...what is the term? gah!

this is the winning ticket. see how happy i am? rewilding was the name of the horse. i bet five pounds and if rewilding placed first, i would get 17 pounds. if rewilding placed second or third, i would get four pounds fifty.

there he goes. number 10. can you spot him?

and this is what i won...count outloud if you want.

and then i drove home with my winnings...

barefoot. the end.