My very good friends S and T called today for T to change the batteries in my garage door - he is so good to me and looks after all kinds of jobs that I can't do. S is equally good in other areas and I am so lucky to have them. They only had to come about a mile to get here but the road is choked in both directions with traffic unloading stock for tomorrow's agricultural show. All cattle, sheep and heavy horses have to be on site by tonight to free the ground tomorrow for everyone else. S and T - and me too - are worried about the number of people who will be there and the possible spread of Covid. Most of the shows round about have been cancelled so there is likely to be a large turn-out here. And the weather is set to be fine.
One of the things I find sad about the Show is that it has so many memories of people no longer with us. I was thinking today about Colin - a stalwart of the Wensleydale Show for many years - who was always at the showground for the erection of the huge marquees and who was always there when the stock arrived to oversee it all being housed in the right place. Colin died years ago now but I am sure members of the show committee miss him still. When people like that go they leave a large hole in the community.
I am actually typing this the night before the Show. I just looked out to see if there was a light on the showground and I couldn't see one. I wonder if the cattle are left in the huge stock tent alone all night or if there is someone there with them. I know they are usually alone and outside at this time of the year but here we are talking of one or two cows from different farms, all strangers to one another, and surely finding it difficult to settle in such a situation. Or maybe, as my carer suggested this morning (it is now Saturday) they are left in the trucks all night. Does anyone know?
These shows are taken very seriously up here. The farmer's mother was an excellent cook and baker and always won the cup for baking at the Wensleydale Show every year. One year she won the cup for the best Sausage, Brawn and Pork Pie at the Great Yorkshire Show and was horrified when a butcher wrote to her and asked if he could have her sausage recipe. She refused (I would have been flattered!)
It is a beautiful day - warm, sunny, perfect for the goings on just one field away. Usually I go up the steps into my garden and peep over the wall to see how many cars there are in the field. But this year I can no longer get up the steps so I shall have to wait for my neighbour M to tell me when she arrives home. Indoors, even with the patio doors open, I haven't heard a thing.
My outside job has been to give my containers by the front door their last tidy up. They are almost past it and will shortly need emptying and the tubs refilling. After deliberation I have decided on Violas again. They start their flowering in Autumn, lie fairly dormant over Winter and then burst into bloom again at the first sign of Spring. So Viola 'Pot Pourri' plants are on their way to me and should be here at the beginning of September. And so the seasons move relentlessly on. I think anyone who gardens is possibly more aware of the change in the seasons than anyone else, don't you?