The human tidal wave flowed through the gates at Addington and the air of excitement climbed skyward. Hands secured hats on heads and held hemlines in place against the strengthening breeze as out on the track horses and drivers made ready. Eyes were challenged as itinerant fashion plates vied with the gallant chargers for attention. Sulkies hurtled past drawn by the magnificent snorting power generators strapped on. By the day’s end, some would be celebrating whilst others would tear up unproductive betting tickets, victims of fickle fortune. Sunburnt, windblown, poorer in pocket but richer in enjoyment, the tide turned and ebbed homeward.
Photos: Gilbert Wealleans