This is the place where the equestrian heroes are called Golddigger, or Wellington, or Yappie Paasloo. Armed with binoculars, an intent public strains to follow the race and cheers when their favourite wins. Because of the honour – and the money, of course. For betting is inseparable from trotting and racing. At Duindigt it’s been going on since the racecourse was laid out in 1906, although down the years gambling was sporadically banned.
With bated breath the spectators watch each and every race – not just when the Grand Prize of the Lowlands is being run. They know of the interplay between man and animal, and they know too that a horse can lose its form. The jockeys coax the best performance out of their single horsepower. But the drivers who ride alongside with their motorised horsepower win every time.