The English Rose Knows: Races
Risk. It makes my heart beat faster. A day without risk is a day not lived. Nothing beats that dangerous thrill of placing a bet, particularly in a pre-lunch champagne haze. Admittedly nothing spoils your day like losing one, so I rarely spend more on a mare than I would on a Martini. The races are more about cheap thrills for me and I don’t take my choices too seriously. At Aintree I once hedged my bets on horses named after flowers. At Ascot it was ice cream flavours. In both cases, rose won.
Though betting traditions are there to be broken, respect the dress code – it’s a far-too-rare chance to dress-up. This daisy dress is demure in its hemline and couture in its detailing. Then the Amelia is classic in colour but playful with bug embroidery. I’ll keep my obligatory hat coordinated with a wide brim. Most important of all? Oversized sunglasses so nobody spots me spying on their race cards. Horses for courses.
The English Rose x