Warning: extremely long and pic-heavy post.
Yes folks, it’s that time of year again when we gird up our loins, don our gumboots (after two days of good solid rain, the showground was nearly ankle-deep in mud), and set off for that agricultural extravaganza; the Blayney Show.
As always, there were the equestrian events (which are actually quite well-attended; it’s the only part of the show that people really take seriously):
And there were animals:
Is it just me, or are black-faced sheep just somehow sheepier than other varieties?
There were baby chicks:
Sasquatch is in love. Again. Last year he held a duckling, and as soon as he got home, he was headed out the back door with his little gardening trowel to dig a duck pond; this year it is only the fact that it’s raining right now that prevents him building a chook-house.
There were vintage and antique cars:
Yes, that last one has been converted into a camper, which I’m sure some people would consider sacrilege, but I think is cool beyond words. There were also vintage tractors and antique farm machinery, some of which were coal-fired steam engines:
There was fleece (well, you knew I was gonna post that, didn’t you?)
There was another two trestle-tables full of the various entries, but the pic below is the first-prize winner for the superfine merino. Just look how fine the crimp on this stuff is!
In the pavillion there were Dahlias:
I don’t know who grows all of these, because I never see them in the gardens around town. I do however see roses and gladioli, and these are some fine specimens:
There were vegetable critters made by local kids:
There were the obligatory cakes, jams and preserves, etc:
Somewhere underneath all those lollies are milk arrowroot biscuits. So I’m told.
There was crochet, knitting and patchwork:
there was the winner of the hotly-contested Prettiest Coathanger prize (you all thought I was joking, didn’t you?):
In Side-Show Alley there were those creepy laughing clowns:
There was a giant inflatable slide,
There was a cheeky little rat on the chair-o-plane:
See how he looks like he’s just about to laugh? That’s because he is. The rotten little stirrer refused to smile for the camera. I must have taken 20 pics of him on this ride, and in every single one he is pulling a cheeky, non-smiling face. The rest of the way around he was laughing his head off!
And last but not least, there was the prize-winning poster by Boyo’s class at school:
The school has an organic veggie-garden, and this poster shows views of it in all four seasons.
A good time was had by all, nobody stepped in anything nasty, and the rain held off until we got home.