They can’t pronounce ‘Derby’ here, so they call it ‘derrrrby’ instead.
Either way, 250,000 descend on this town for a 3 day horse race festival.
But it’s much more about the hats than the horses.
John sorted tickets for us, and it couldn’t have worked better.
I had the athletic Kevin staying with me, and Chris and Caroline a few miles away with John and Cindy.
My bad taste shoes got more attention than most of the races, but no such thing as bad publicity I think, in the Derby fashion stakes.
My visitors were truly fantastic ( making me question needing the mood pills ) and we’ve had a lot of laughs.