It started with the wrong shoes.

The plan had been to go to the County Show. We drove to the park and ride car park. It started raining. We sat and waited. Then we noticed that rather than sensible shoes Joanne had small, thin, sparkly ballet style shoes on. The rain stopped and we arrived on the bus, avoided the mud at the gate and went to see some of the cattle and sheep.

Almost in stereo started the cries of “Hungry”. We queued up for chips as Richard and Joanne ran around, despite the advice to watch out for the mud. Then, from behind the van appeared what was once a little girl dressed in pink but now covered in mud.

After the chips started the cries of “tired” and “want to go home” and so that’s how I found myself alone with the goats whilst Martin caught the bus back to the car and then drove them home.

Despite the sun this was a cold day with the odd shower. Not at all like the other times we’d been here in the blazing sun and heat. I settled down to watch the show jumping with a cider and wondered how to get home. After some more cider it didn’t seem such a big problem.

Martin came back to watch the end of the show and wander around the car stalls with me (Golf or Alfa ?) and watch the heavy horses but by that time in the day even the goats had left …