The Moonee Ponds Trail

Glammed up shielas on the Moonie Pond trail

If a digger ever had to wear stiletto heels and a floral flock he’d be doing the treck from Moonee Ponds station to the Cox Plate race.

Christ that is some bloody walk.

I got invited this year to attend the Cox Plate. Of course I went and what a great day it was.

Moonee Ponds is different from the Flemington Racecourse. Last year when I was at Derby Day, there was not much of a walk from the train station to the Flemington racetrack. In fact, the trains virtually led you into the track grounds.

Last year, the only horse I saw was a police horse. We watched the race from a big screen near the corporate tents.

This year, I joined thousands of frocked up ladies and girls (in very very short dresses), on the march to the racetrack. Heeled up in pain we meandered through shoppers and residents enjoying their outdoor coffee until we finally reached our destination.

As a guest of an industry fund, costs were adhered too, and so we joined the masses at the Members Stand. We may have not seen a police horse but we got to see Miss Finland. Forget about the marquee my guests and I proceeded to dine at a makeshift table. Standing room only meant that at times squatting was required near the fences – most women had the same idea, so humiliation was spared. Still a great time was had by all and as my mate Pru said “mate I’ve had a ball”!

I even backed the winner – on advice from one of the punters’. My $5 for a place won me a grand total of $13!!!


Off and running and not a police horse in sight


Craig Williams brings his horse in


A rose among the thorns


My guest and I ever resourceful resorted to a makeshift table


Lee Freedman yacks to the press


Damian Oliver manages to just peer over the fence


End of the trail - Pru hangs up her Marc Jacobs


While I simply screetched in pain