Jump in with Jacob

Unlike the weather, event season in the Burdekin is just beginning to warm up, and we were back with another banger this weekend with the Burdekin Growers Race Day.

I’ll be honest—coming into it, I just wanted to get in, get the photos, and get out, as I was feeling a bit off the pace for reasons that definitely didn’t involve my antics the night before… But as I approached the gates, seeing thousands of people milling around in full swing, I knew that wasn’t gonna be the case.

What an event. From the extravagant outfits to the atmospheric cheers and jeers of the punters that either racked up new gambling debts or barely chipped away at their existing ones—this sure was a warm welcome to the country racing scene for me.

I realised that as I paced the grounds, back and forth, looking for some groups to photograph, that I had somewhat of an epiphany: maybe I’ve got a bit of country in me after all!

Because in my unseasoned opinion, it’s events like these that typify country life—and I loved it. Yes, I understand that races happen all over the country, and yes, some of them attract larger crowds—believe me, I’ve been to the Royal Randwick on a busy Saturday.

But it’s not about the amount of people in attendance—it’s more about the makeup of the crowd, if you will. Because in the city, you can feel anonymous in a sea of thousands. Here, it felt like everyone there either knew each other, used to know each other, or would by the end of the day.

And I loved being a part of that.

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