'Tis local show season, and all around us local villages are having their annual shows. Its my idea of heaven - from the ponies and horses classes, to the not that official dog show, to the 'best of show' veggies and jams in the big white tent. wasps hanging around the scones, and billion cupcakes for sale with overly bright icing. I love all of it. Quintessentially British, the very cherry on the top of the end of summer.
Unfortunately for my other half, now we have land a plenty and live somewhere where almost every animal at the show was for sale... he's pretty relieved we don't have a trailer yet so I can't bring home everything!! ;)