More photos. This time from Tipperary. By the Comeragh Mountains.
It’s another racecourse, and it won’t be my last because I reckon days at the races are one of the best ways to have a look at Ireland and its people.
This was last Sunday when Ireland were losing convincingly to Argentina which is why you don’t get any photos of Clonmel town. I watched the game in the bar on the course rather than on a walkabout.
If I had a telephoto lens and more nerve you’d get some nice photos of people, but I have yet to develop that sense of intrusiveness or afford that quality of camera.
So here is a day at Clonmel Racecourse. It lashed rain all the way down from Dublin but as you can see the sun came out when I reached Clonmel:
And there’s much more with people in them below the fold. Oh and horses too.
Entering the racecourse:
Studying the form:
Watching the parade ring:
If you wandered down towards the stables you got a nice view of the final furlong:
A bookie. From Cork as it happens:
I have an each-way bet for you:
Throughout the meeting horses were led along the track from the stables to the saddling enclosure and as in this case back to the stables after the race:
Ice cream vans in Ireland (and this one has a British reg) are purpose-built vehicles in contrast with the vans I was used to in Kansas City which are the equivalent of an old beat-up Transit with a few random stickers:
And where there are ice cream vans there are ice cream cones:
Not really visible to you, but trust me there was a lot of ice cream on this face:
Meanwhile the horses are leaving the parade ring:
This is where the horses have completed one lap with another circuit to go:
Like in Downpatrick, the home straight favours horses who like running uphill:
TG4 were there:
The parade ring:
I liked this view from the bend after the finishing post:
But some people preferred other views: