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Melbourne Cup dream!

'Winning at the Melbourne Cup has always been a dream'
M.J. Payne

Watching the race from the rails 
'Once the Melbourne Cup starts it is hard to explain, 

it is not like any other race...

Watching the presentation of the Jockeys from Members
Then at the 300m I thought, I don't think anything can beat me now'
M.J. Payne
Flemington magic
Our Melbourne Cup morning starts at the iconic downtown Windsor Hotel.
We enter the lobby and are offered a glass of champagne.
Mr Wren starts to explain we are not hotel guests
'Sir, you are in the Windsor now' he is told.
Hats off to that service!

Table display in the foyer at the Windsor Hotel along with my hat!
'The race that stops the nation'
and catapults one Michelle Payne into the limelight 
as the first female jockey to win the Cup,
is six hours away.

Our breakfast with friends at the Windsor Hotel is lovely and relaxed.
It would have been a very different start for the connections of 
Prince of Penzance the 100-1 outsider, 
 bought for $50,000 by a group of Aussie mates,
 and about to make one of the biggest upsets 
in the 155 year race history.
Oh the nerves!

In a paddock many kilometres away our (well we have a tiny bit of her!)
 two year old filly, as yet unnamed,
but I will call her Little Miss Pebbles, 
is enjoying a quiet spell in a grassy paddock.
'Eat your greens and go girl!'

I can't imagine the excitement of having a horse running 
on Melbourne Cup day but we can all dream!

Little Miss Pebbles
This is Australia's greatest horse race, 
and after seeing foreign horses claim the Cup, 
in three out of five of the last Melbourne Cups, 
Prince of Penzance and Michelle Payne 
claimed an important win for local talent 
and for our local horse racing industry.

Fashions on the field
You never know one day, 
just one day you could be standing on the podium 
in front of 100,000 spectators.

Melbourne Cup award ceremony

'If you have a dream never give up!' MJ Payne

Many thanks to all the hosts!


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