The journey to the regional agricultural show was dire. It's 'interesting' enough that we have to cope with sea haar when it descends upon us, however, this time it was low visibility in long stretches of very low lying cloud. When we were above the cloud we were into clear visibility, and apart from lots of different kinds of traffic on two-way roads, (it would be so much safer to have dual carriageway) the cloud was an extra long-lasting hazard. It was a tiresome journey.
By the time we were close to destination, about 11am, I was fascinated to see various staked notices leading towards a church, one invited you not for evensong, but, 'even coffee'. Bar the fact that we were in a guided motorcade by this time, I might have stopped, even!
It couldn't have been wetter. My poncho did a sterling job but was overworked. The the show tents were busy. They were a great place to escape from the constant downpour. Every time I put back my hood, the rain started up. I gave up and left it where it was, safely on my head. A number of people enviously eyed my poncho and one person without a jacket, asked where I'd bought it, thinking I might have found it at the show.
Our farming neighbours obtained championship accolades for their sheep.
The lady farmer pointed out to me the overall champion was the one who normally stopped and talked to me through the chain link fence. She can get most demanding of communication if I am slow to respond. Today though, she had done her bit and wanted to rest on her laurels.
Young black Dougal with his mum. He was born on Hogmanay,(31st December 2010).
Look at Dougal now, at eight months old. Dougal came away with a respectable 2nd place. He is already twice the size of the farmer's previous champion Suffolk lamb of August 2010.
I noticed the young lad bounding up to a different Suffolk Lamb. The lamb almost jumped the fence as he became aware of him. They greeted each other like long lost friends.
Démocratie selon Ségolène Royal
10 hours ago