He looked ahead and replied, "That's Megan and her daughter Charlotte; she's also got Brian. You remember Florence?"
I nodded. "Megan's her daughter, " he said.
...."Is Florence still here?" We both gazed the expanse without any sighting of Florence.
"Yeah, she's around somewhere". He finally said. "Maybe she's with Robbie".
...."Robbie?" By now I was getting a tad lost with this clan.
"Robbie's her son", he explained "...he's going off to the mart tomorrow".
That sounded a bit ominous. I silently wondered why Robbie was out of favour. As if reading my thoughts, the young lad went on to explain that;
"Robbie's going off to the mart because he's got a short chin", he demonstrated with his hand what it meant with a movement that suggested that whatever chin there was, must have been squashed in.
Thinking about our conversation afterwards, it occurred to me that anyone listening in would never have known that we were talking about the lineage of some rather good looking, prize winning Suffolk sheep, which went all the way back to the supreme champion Angus who keeled over and died some years ago, the day before an agricultural show. Here, I must not forget to give Skye a mention. She is very much alive, still producing and is rather superb too, but, then, she is a first cousin of the rather gorgeous and departed Angus.
At the most recent agricultural show, Megan got a first prize, Charlotte , her daughter, received a second prize rosette and her son Brian was worthy of a third place. when I mentioned the statuesque Florence, the lady farmer said she was vexed she had not put her in the show. Maybe next year.
|This is not Brian, Megan, or, Charlotte. This appealing poser, a different breed, did win a place at the show.|