Yesterday was the sausage festival at Royal Windsor racecourse. I had looked forward to this for some time and was going to include this in the UK chapter of the book. I still am but the event was in some ways disappointing.
Flood warnings and constant rain saw me checking the racecourse website several times throughout the day, I suppose I was hoping that the meeting would be cancelled as the weather was that bad. There was no such update, however, so immediately following a dental appointment I set off for Windsor to meet up with my old mate Briggsy.
The route was difficult with much surface water and spray on the motorway. My new mobile based sat-nav app led me through the back-streets of Windsor to eventually see me at a dead end facing a village green. Abandoning the technology I trusted my instincts, five minutes later I was parked up at the free public car park (having lost my paid ticket for the site closer to the course).
After meeting up with Briggsy and entering the paddock area it became evident, a sign was posted in the middle of the field, that half of the sausage suppliers would not be attending. Arse.
We watched England and France, what a disappointing match and I had a successful flutter. Then we left.
The UK section is now a little light, I have the River Cottage chapter and my sausage making chapter is yet to come but I am missing a good old British banger festival. This will be rectified.
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