Sunday saw us all at the local Smallholders show; a lovely few hours where we could see everyone else's chickens and produce and all manner of other livestock. There were sheep, llamas, turkeys, ducks, big dogs, little dogs, old dogs, puppy dogs and several other whippets for Tiff to sniff.
Owen the big pig sleeping in the sun The show gets bigger and bigger each year. There were tents with eggs, honey, fruit, vegetables, flowers;
tents with crafts, woodturning, spinning, weaving, leather work, photography, old tools, old machinery.
The highlight for us was, and usually is, the agility show with the dogs. I'm always amazed at how much owners really do come to resemble their dogs ( no exception here either !) and how much the dogs seem to enjoy the fun and games and the tender humiliation of their owners ---- often a very enthusiastic middle aged, middling weighted person lumbering after a lightning speed Collie.
Even the other dogs enjoyed watching the dogsNow I'm shattered, having been to our village church yesterday for the flower festival. More village life with lovely displays, the organist playing Sati and lots of old ladies shakily pouring milk into rows and rows of teacups, cutting sponges into wedges with the old urn steaming away in the background ---- bliss ! Tea and cake eaten within the shade of a church porch on a sunny afternoon with an old dog waiting for crumbs: he had his own tea on a paper plate too and a good finger full of coffee cake.
Today I shall bake a cake for Tuesday's Achievement Day at son's school and then rest up in the hope that I can make it through that event, Sports Day and then the next six weeks of school holidays
How does that old 60s Aretha song go ?.....'I say a little prayer.....'
