Hurrah, we have made it back from the Dunster Show in Somerset. Things started off quite well with a few showers but nothing that serious. But and it is a big but at around lunch time a squall hit. This was serious as two legs of the marquee lifted from their moorings in the wind and torrential rain. I was hanging on to one and another brave lady hung on to the other in the middle of the alpaca pen whilst Chas shot off to find the big hammer and more stakes. It was very frightening and a bit bizarre as more members of the public came into the tent while it was threatening to take off – a wide berth might have been more advisable. Eventually we were anchored again, my top half was completely soaked, people were still buying yarn and Chas and I were dripping all over the cash register. Luckily as we had stayed in an hotel the night before my suitcase was in the car with DRY CLOTHES, oh joy. After this shocking event quite a few of the trade stands around us decided they had had enough, packed up and went home. We thought that was not on, stiffened our lips and stayed and actually it was worth it as we sold quite a lot of stuff even though the crowds were pretty thin. Now that we are pensioners we have taken to bringing a gas stove, kettle and tea making equipment for these occasions thus saving a fortune on overpriced drinks at shows and washing down all those WI scones Chas feels driven to buy.
It was warm and dry in the afternoon and most things dried out – except that it started to rain again as we were packing up. Not fair, cried Chas.
We got home to find two newborns on the ground, one had obviously had its navel sprayed by Ondre and was a classic Jaquinto daughter. You could see he was the sire from a mile off. The other must have arrived after he had left for the evening as the navel had not had its dose of iodine but was strong and healthy.