The gentle rain fell from the leaden sky and hung like a necklace of liquid jewels from the leafy boughs beneath which, picnics were laid out. The soggy lawn of Riccarton Park was no deterrent to the company of dedicated race goers who, despite the inclement conditions, were determined to enjoy the day. Fashions of every style and degree of coverage, wafted by in a casual parade of elegance and frequent shivery gooseflesh. The background tumult of voices which included whoops of victory and slurred commiseration resulting from the fickleness of betting, blended with the drumming of hooves on turf to play out the symphony of race day.
Photos: Gilbert Wealleans