Rachel and I did have a lovely afternoon at Cowdray Park a week last Saturday. (Even the inclement English weather couldn’t mar the proceedings.) The 6th Annual St. Regis International Cup marks the opening of the UK International Series, and the lure of ponies, sportsman on ponies (especially the St Regis Connoisseur Nacho Figueras), and tea and Champagne in a tent overlooking the ground for the England vs South America match was too much to resist.
We set off from London at lunchtime: Cowdray is about one and a half to two hours south west of London/ Thanks to the vile weather, the roads were empty and we arrived in time for a glass of Champagne and the first chukka.
Here’s Rachel looking all mysterious. SO many points for glamour in her Gucci jacket.
There’s nothing worse than wearing stilettos to the polo and looking like an idiot as you sink into the turf. I always wear wedges, as did Rachel, which come in handy for divot stomping too.
As the afternoon progressed, the sky began to lighten and it actually became almost warm. A thrilling match was marred by an accident: Unfortunately poor Nacho Figueras broke his hip in a fall and was ambulance-d off the ground. (He is otherwise uninjured, it appears, but is out for the rest of the English season.)
Although our attention was almost wholly captured by the action on the field, it was easy to be distracted by the activity behind us: oh joy, afternoon tea arrived.
After a wonderful afternoon we hopped back in our car to London. I had a benefit that evening which started at the unusually early hour of 630pm, so Martin put up the screens in the back of the car, and I executed a quick change into my floor length evening dress — lovely long wheel base cars mean there is a lot of room for wriggling — and all the fabric in my floor sweeping dress preserved my modesty. A few hair pins from these handy Hersheson tins, and my hair was secured in a bouffy updo.
There is something particularly and pleasingly grown up about walking out your front door to see a shiny black car waiting at the kerbside, so huge thanks to both Audi and St Regis International for sending the car. I always seem to luck out with my drivers, charming Martin made everything so simple.
My dress for the polo was a present from my friends at Whistles. Sadly not online, but they have a very similar one without the flower print here.
A huge thank you to Audi and to St Regis International for a glorious day out.