The Derby – the racetrack – everything was incredible. I’d never seen so many people in one place, stretching out in front of me as far as the eye could see in a sea of colour and texture that delighted something deep within Not even that one winter where I’d stupidly braved the city centre, all those famous shopping hotspots, on Christmas Eve to get the boys meagre presents with my meagre saving compared.
That was years ago now but I could still picture it, as crisp as the air has been on said winter’s day.
Pure white on slate grey, festive magic and snow and ice on wet, glittering stone. The darkness of evening dusty, laying over the city like a heavy blanket. Cut through only by the dense white cloud that spiralled up from the crowd’s collective lungs.
Just like now, the people ha
