Yesterday was our annual girls get-together at the races. A time for swapping t-boots for heels and workhats for fascinators.
Or as my dear friend Sharon likes to tell it, the annual 'girls on the turps' outing.
There were some amongst us who weren't keen on my leaving.
Some more troublesome than others.
But leave I did,
and a grand day was had by all.
Home today to assist with ham and bacon smoking and prepare for a very special girl's fifteenth birthday tomorrow.