One of the things I love about living here is the local agricultural show. Caerwys is not a big place and the show is not a big show like the Royal Welsh, but it is a busy and thriving one. The sun has shone on every one of the five I have been to and people turn out from all over North Wales and the borders to ride, show their animals, display their vintage tractors and their prize winning sponge cakes. Next year I might even contemplate entering. I think my jam might make the grade, or if not, perhaps a cake or some vegetables.
We arrive to judging going on in the main ring.
We wander around. There is so much that catches my eye. Alpacas, all shaved and brushed and in their Sunday best.
I make a beeline for the poultry tent. Last year I left it too late and all the birds were being packed away by the time I got there. I've never been a shoes and handbags kind of a girl, more a books and plants person, but I have now added to my personal wishlist this beautiful little hen. I must watch myself or I will end up talking to my poultry and carrying chicks around in my pocket.
This is not one to go into your pocket. Four year old grandson told me solemnly last week "You have to be careful of bulls, Grandma, bulls are the most dangerous things, bulls and tyrannosaurus rexes." Don't say you haven't been warned.
They go in for big at the show. Big or old. I had run out of steam by the time we got to the vintage tractors and the vintage cars, never mind the stunt motorbikes, and somehow I was so busy wondering whether my stuff would be good enough to enter anything in the produce tent that I forgot to take any photos, a mistake as it would have been a photographic record of the competition!
Do other people have a list of things they would learn to do if they had another life to do them in? Things that, if you had started early enough in life might have become a passion, but probably won't now ever find a place in the time which remains on this earth? I would learn a musical instrument, how to ride a horse, how to ski and I would learn how to handle birds of prey. They are so beautiful, so ancient, so other.
This was not other, but small scale, almost domestic, part of the dog show. How could son and daughter in law's beautiful, odedient and friendly dog not win a prize? (Biased, us? Never.) Perhaps it was because there was not a category for shiniest dog.
It was a lovely day. We gave a raffle prize of some time in our holiday cottage, Gwenoldy. I hope whoever wins it will enjoy it up here.