The new Rolls Royce Ghost has a menu option which, when activated, makes the flying lady at the front tip of the bonnet glide silently down into a special compartment. Her place is taken by a discreet (and harder to vandalise) badge.
This I discovered because I found myself driving one - very gingerly I might add. God knows how but Aurora had managed to persuade Rolls Royce that they should lend her a £250,000 car for the weekend of Ascot. Which meant that clearly I was going to have a go.I arrived at Harrods to find a gigantic car packed full of chairs and goodies for the picnic. Despite boasting a boot big enough to hide a football team of illegal immigrants, Cristina had managed to fill it.
After wedging everything in, we glided regally to Ascot, where we parked in a very nice part of car park 1 and proceeded to turn our huge amount of clobber into a rather civilised picnic. The champagne flowed, and Alistair and Mike turned up to join the fun.
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| The full picnic team |
Having never been to Ascot before, or even worn a top hat, it was all quite new. And to be quite honest I'm not really into horse racing either. But I have to say it was good fun. The sheer ridiculousness of the outfits and the good spirits (helped by liberal dosings of champagne) meant that even the somewhat inclement weather didn't impinge on a great day.
