|Silver Ring picnics at lunchtime|
|Ascot Silver Ring later in the day|
|Hats on the train from Waterloo to Ascot|
We were in the Silver Ring. Going by train, from Waterloo to Ascot station in the morning, ladies wore their little frilly 'fascinators' and bigger cartwheel hats, while many of the gents were wearing formal suits and top hats.
Ascot brings out the spirit of pure hedonism in a lot of us. In the Silver Ring, which is the cheapest enclosure apart from the Heath, there is plenty of grassy space for a picnic. Wine was consumed - to put it mildly. The bookies did a roaring trade and as usual, my one and only bet came nowhere at all.
Later, after the races, those who liked a 'singsong' could go to the Bandstand. The band was from the Guards, Union Jack flags and songbooks were provided and the enthusiastic and slightly inebriated joined in with British and American songs such as Delilah, My Way and culminated with Rule Britannia, Land of Hope and Glory and the National Anthem. Flags were waved vigorously.