The Racecours; broken bracelets, 4pm 23rd Dec, accompanied by Ashley

The Racecourse is literally situated right behind my house, and at this time of year, (southern hemisphere so Christmas is Summer) the usually abandoned stalls are teeming with life, as people gather to watch the horse racing. As a "ner- do well" teenager, I used to escape to the racecourse at times to let off steam and lament my frustrations; my broken ideals and frustrated injustices.

Although so much seemed broken and damaged, I think that sometimes I forgot what was 'silver' in my life, and that breaks in the silver 'armour' were not neccessarily as unrepairable as they had previously appeared...