Saturday, 27 August 2011
The Wensleydale Show
Well, that's the Show over for another year and I must say that the weather could have been a whole lot worse. Great black clouds loomed around the showground but mainly the sun shone and the breeze stayed light. It was not a warm day but as the showground is on top of a rise people had wrapped up well. Only the really hardy were in their shirt sleeves. Even some of the hundreds of dogs that came with their owners had coats on.
The turn out was very good indeed, the car park was full and the overflow car park was full too, so I am sure that they will have done quite well financially. They need to do this each year in order to keep going.
The horticultural tents had fantastic vegetables, enormous leeks and onions (far too big to think of eating I would have thought); some of the flowers were lovely - in particular the sweet peas and the dahlias - and the most wonderful green gladioli.
In the baking section I particularly liked the cup cakes in the photo above - they won first prize and richly deserved it - I almost stole one to eat. My friend, H, entered the most beautiful jumper knitted in Wensleydale sheep wool - I was disappointed to find it had not won a prize.
When a sharp shower took everyone into the tents, we went into our feed merchant's tent and had lunch - they make the most super sandwiches and pork pies and serve tea and coffee - and give us a supply of free biros to last until next year. It is one of the highlights for me.
There were plenty of sheep on show. This Swaledale ram had a magnificent pair of horns although he had not won a prize. However, our neighbour had got the Supreme Championship with his Holstein milk cow.
I rather liked the black cockerel - and he had such a loud crow. And don't you think the feathery-legged chap is magnificent too?
Old tractors paraded round the ring and then lined up across the middle of the show ring, but by this time the black clouds were really threatening (you can see them in the background of the tractor photograph) so we thought it was time to beat a hasty retreat. It is only half a mile to home, so we were home well before the rain came.