It’s an eclectic transatlantic social cocktail at London’s Guards Polo Club. The British Polo Association have extended the invitation to the cousins from across the pond, and subsequently Boston’s pedigrees look like they’ve stopped by at Manhattan Saddlery and cleared them out of rubber wellies and faux tweed. The British, naturally, are wearing their great-grandfathers kit.

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