The rest of the afternoon is as close to the definition of pure enjoyment as you can get. We laugh, drink cheer our way through the final two races before stepping on packed but merry train back to Hull. Nobody cares if their toes are stepped on by stiletto heels or of their hat falls off and ends up looking dirty. We ought to stop drinking and go home to a warm horlicks, but the city nightlife is too seductive.
As the train pulls into a station to let a couple off, I glance at Dani and Jamie. Their arms are wrapped around a pile and each other – with their eyes locked in mutual adoration. Dani catches me looking at her. “You okay?” She mouths.
I nod and smile. As Jamie pulls her tighter, I know I don’t have to ask her the same.
Rachel, meanwhile, is resting her head drunkenly on Scott
