Today I spent a beautiful sunny day at the local Cheshire agricultural show, where the country-loving population of Cheshire congregates to show off their cheese, their cakes, their flowers, horses and their goats, amongst other things. As I know my horse is already the best in the world, we decided not to enter anything to give everyone else a chance of winning something (hah!)
The first tent I went into held pigs. I didn't stay in there very long. I think you can imagine.
I attended this year with an eye towards perhaps taking a stall in the craft tent next year. Uh-uh, I don't think so. I was so disappointed. Wouldn't you think that the Cheshire show would concentrate on crafts local to the area? There was an abundance of mass produced junk jewellery, crafts which had been imported from places across the world (where presumably they can make it cheaper than we can here), and just general garbage that no-one would want. The few really good crafts-people in there were just about overwhelmed by the abundance of - basically - crap. I felt truly sorry for them. And the tents were so hot I thought I was going to die within about 8 minutes of going in, and then I felt sorry for everyone.
I fell in love with the goats. I have to get a goat or two, true, they stink, but they have great characters. So I have decided to keep a herd of pigmy goats in the back garden - I wonder if the neighbours will mind? Mind you, with some of the parties that some of our neighbours have until four in the morning followed by free-range shouting and arguing for a couple of hours, goats would probably be a neighbourhood blessing. And in case Fran, my neighbour down the road is reading this, no, its no-one actually on OUR road, if you get the picture. And Fran, you wouldn't mind me having goats in our garden would you?? Bang go those roses, though.
A lovely day. I'll probably do it again in five years or so.