Glorious Goodwood is an annual five day racing event in the West Sussex countryside, dubbed one of the sporting and social highlights of the summer. A day at the races drinking Pimms and Champagne and eating strawberries and cream in fabulous frocks on the grass is a summer must in England. Goodwood is dubbed the most beautiful racecourse and it attracts the very best in international horseracing, so this was my fourth visit now. It's a lovely place.
The weather was beautiful, so I wore a lightweight, sheer sleeveless dress in patterned cornflower blue from Monoprix which I bought in Paris two weeks ago, with a purple woven straw bag, bright white wedges and Raybans. I wanted to keep it simple and modern, so no hat, no fascinator.
My usually failsafe strategy of alternating my bets on the horses with the best names, glossiest coats or most stylish jockey jersey and the bookies' favourites didn't pay off. I bet on every race and lost almost every single one, apart from a meagre £7.50 win from Wild Coco (I liked its name) at 15:45 in the Blackrock Fillies' Stakes. I may have come away with empty pockets, but it was still a great day.
