I am well known for wearing the wrong clothes, and yesterday was a classic example. Up on the moor, there was a thick mist and I assumed, given the recent heavy rain, that the showground would be a sea of mud and that I should don my wellies and some serious waterproof layering. As you can see from the picture below, taken as we left the show, it was seriously hot. My three layers plus coat and winter socks to stop thin-sock-welly-slippage, were a grave error. Within thirty seconds of leaving the car, the coat was off and round my waist. None of the other layers could be removed without public offense or carrying them, along with the camera and its needless waterproof coat and my bag which I have to carry with my blood tester, insulin and sugary things. Just once, I'd love to go out carrying nothing, but I know that's not possible. I seem to be descending into a moaning session so I'll stop right there and leave you to imagine the amount of sweat and grumpiness that accompanied our schlep around the show.
Hot day and dry ground - NO wellies required
Vintage tractors and a dog's bum
Vintage cars. Trying to stop OB touching them was a challenge
Fabulous little steam engine
Exhibitors sitting with their cars and engines
There were a LOT of people there. For a small town, it's quite a big show
The craft tent
Winning novelty flower arrangement
Champion decorated biscuits
More flower arranging
Someone's onions are significantly more impressive than the rest!
Courgettes and marrows
Some kind of pony class - without a schedule, it's impossible to tell what class is going on. They looked cobby to me
The Ferris Wheel; OB went on this twice and, as you can see, it wasn't cheap
Grey Faced Dartmoors
Nor sure what this one was but its horns are so impressive
First class cow
For the £7.50 it costs to get in, I always feel slightly let down. Is that a terrible thing to say? It seems the same every year and with not a great deal for OB to do. I say this particularly because today we went to Throwleigh (and Gidleigh) Fete, which is a tiny affair in aid of the Throwleigh village hall. We live in Gidleigh Parish but only just, and the road to our house goes nowhere near Gidleigh. However, as the crow flies or, in years gone by, the horse trots, we are closer to Gidleigh village than Chagford. We had a much better time there and spent considerably less money! The highlight of the Chagford show for me, was meeting the paramedic who was in the Devon Air Ambulance that rescued me when I broke my neck and back almost exactly two years ago. I was able to thank him personally for saving my life which was fantastic.
I took this picture of Jack and Snippet yesterday which is a bit scary. Amazingly, Jack has not a mark on him, despite the constant play fighting. Snippet's cheeks however, are scabby and going nasty; I spent a delightful quarter of an hour this afternoon cutting his matted fur and dousing him with TCP. Trip to the vet's on Tuesday for both of them.
Until next time, here they both are, both slightly out of focus I notice having blown them up. Sorry - I'm slacking! have a great Sunday.