HM, of course, was perfect as always, although there were those who were disappointed that she didn't follow the trend (and when ever has she?) for light feathery creations called fascinators:
The Princess Royal, however, did; I'm not sure the effect was wholly successful. She appears to be washing her hair with Brillo these days, for one thing. Her niece, the Princess Beatrice, opted for a Philip Treacy, which we like, but is constitutionally incapable of dressing her hair, which we don't:
I'm awfully fond of antediluvian UK television fixture Bruce Forsyth, the kind of comic I imagine was a great hit on the Blackpool Pier in about 1948. I now adore him even more, having learned from this year's Ascot coverage that he has an amazonian Trophy Wife who is an ex Miss World (1975) and - are you sitting down? - is named Wilnelia.
Wilnelia! And she's mine! All mine!
But the highlight of everything I've seen is the following, which is not for the faint of heart: Sheikh Mohamed of Dubai, surrounded by his posse.
I just know that his wife (well, one of them), Princess Haya of Jordan, wonders sometimes what she's gotten herself into:
Don't they look comfortable and at home?