We landed back in England early in the morning and there was no time to rest.
I was a zombie at work that day, surviving only on a few hours sleep.
Nikki arrived that evening and my body almost forgot about the tiredness. We hadn't seen each other in over 3 years when she let me crash at hers in Montreal for almost a week during my North American road trip, so I was more than happy to return the favour.
On Saturday morning everyone was up far too early for a Saturday. Showers could be heard being switched on, there were shoes and dresses flying everywhere as
we all I scrambled to get ready.
We were off to the races!
We arrived in Ascot without any major spills or accidents. The large crowds hadn't arrived yet. The grounds were idyllic & silent which only heightened the grandeur of the premises. Every flowerbed, piece of grass, statue and flag had been carefully placed and was immaculately kept.
Ascot is a staple tradition in Britain and I couldn't be more excited to be sharing it with my Canadian counterpart. It was her last day and what is more British than going to Ascot?
I placed two bets on two different races and lost on both occasions. That was the end of my betting career. It's nice to participate and I am sure lots of money was won by some, but gambling isn't for me. I am too precious about my pennies.
The whole day was a wonderful British experience.