We had some days visiting Phil's family in lovely Yorkshire.
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Beck's new house! Actually very old house, around 300 years old.
It's being completely renovated by Kelly. |
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| Slowly but surely gettting there. |
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| I had my first visit to the horse races. |
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| This guy is not handing out flyers. That's a wad of cash in his hands. |
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| Easiest way to lose money. |
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| Some people like dressing up to impress the horses. |
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| My losing horse, Ballesteros. |
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| Jockeys are like a breed of their own. |
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| The owner of the winning horse gets a prize. |
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| Matching head gear. |
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Kevin looks at the jockey that was going to be riding his horse. Before the race, the owners
and their friends and families stand on a circular bit of grass while the horses walk around
them. Then, the jockeys come and introduce themselves and explain what strategies they
have in mind to win. I think appearing confidence is part of the job of being a jockey.
Also, wearing an awesome matching jacket and helmet cover. |
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| She tried her best but the mud was too soft. |
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| Nothing as cosy as an English kitchen. |
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| Lovely, pretty York. |
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| Pretty, pretty, prrrrreeeetty. |
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| Gray's court had quite a bit of green. |
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| Autumn. |
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| This man shouted, "Nothing in the world can't be solved without explosions!" |
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| Hello, you. |
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| The impressive Minster. |
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| Cool trousers. |
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| Guapo, guapo. |
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| Busy teenagers. |
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| Nothing like Yorkshire countryside. |
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| Well timed lunch break. |
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| Horse made of rubber. |
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| The snug corner. |
