PURPLENESS AND PIPES

The race calendar is perennial,

So the Big Ben and Braemar were the pair,

The hills glowed a right royal purple,

The handsome Don Reid was there!

The massed bands came in a piping

The excited crowds, they were rare.

My ankle was quite bloody painful,

But I was racing, so I didn’t care!

And traditions they are persistent,

Which why I saw Queeny stare

And the ever Boggy, bold Dick Wall, give the V sign to the timekeepers!

Christine