Another batch of kitten from South Africa.
We grew up across the street from the race track in my home town, so going to the races and handling horses on a daily basis in spring and summer was what we did.
We sometimes would crawl out the bedroom window onto the roof of the bay window downstairs and watch the horses as they came around the far turn, but it wasn’t nearly as much fun as sneaking though the open culvert under the fence in back of the stalls and showing up track-side a few minutes later.
The house has been gone for over 40 years, and the race track in now a sports park, but the memories are still vivid.
How interesting! I can see why you like racing of all kinds!
Another batch of kitten from South Africa.