This week’s word, chosen by Christine is nostalgia. There are links to all the nostalgia posts on her blog. What an interesting word – and I wondered what to do with it. And then, as luck would have it, we found out on Wednesday that it was the annual village show; a lovely afternoon and quite a nostalgic one. There are vintage tractors, sheep competitions (the sheepdog trials were held a couple of weeks ago) and a gymkhana. There is the visit of the ice cream van, greeted with glee by all the village children.
This may be a small village show, but the judging is very serious – the sheep were washed and brushed and gleaming, and the judge very thorough:
There is a dog show, with several classes and categories, and our collie was judged to be the best sheepdog – and very smart he looked with his rosette!
Then the produce tent was opened and we could see the entries. In the ‘Farm Produce’ section, there were categories for best bale of hay, best square foot of turf (none of your fancy metric here) and tallest thistle. And then there were the rows of perfect vegetables, the longest, straightest runner beans:
There were preserves and cakes and scones and pies:
And there were turned bowls and knitted matinee jackets and hand crafted shepherd’s crooks and displays of flowers in work boots. (I couldn’t get pictures of all these – that end of the tent was too crowded!).
So all in all, a good day, and one that is probably almost unchanged – in essence – since the 1950s. I wonder if they had a ‘men only’ baking class then? (This year it was shortbread – the best shortbread baker will decide what the men will bake next year!). And next year, I shall be prepared. I now know which classes I shall be having a go at…