FLUFF BALLS AND JUMPERS

It’s the time of year for a bit of exploring and it’s a great excuse to put oneself in the direction of pleasant temperatures and every likelihood of a breeze. Scotland has been benefitting from having a summer, so far, this year. So, what better than to  waft away from the sticky towns and cities and head to the countryside.

At a local agricultural show, I got chatting to Irene from Canberra, who like me, was admiring this super youngster.  “E’s not fully growed…it take ’em aboot five year to be growed”, we were told, by an equally admiring farmer.

A Prize Youngster

A brazen surprise was in store in the sheep pens.

Oops, we’ve got the same jumpers on!

These two Suffolk sheep got first prizes.

….and what about this one

A big fluff ball

Certainly not your usual style of sheep. She got a  second prize. I wonder which local hairdresser she went to, the back-combing is a little passée.  Fluff Ball has potential for a first prize, if her hairdresser develops her styling technique.

 

 

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CHAMPIONS AND OTHER THINGS, EVEN.

The journey to the regional agricultural show was dire. It’s ‘interesting’ enough that we have to cope with sea haar when it descends upon us, however, today, it was low visibility in long stretches of very low lying cloud. When we ascended we were into clear visibility and apart from lots of different kinds of traffic on two-way roads, (it would be so much safer to have dual carriageway) the cloud was an extra long-lasting hazard. It was a tiresome journey.

By the time we were close to destination, about 11am, I was fascinated to see various staked notices leading towards a church, one invited you not for evensong, but, ‘even coffee’. Bar the fact that we were in a guided motorcade by this time, I might have stopped, even!

It couldn’t have been wetter today. My poncho did a sterling job but was overworked. The the show tents were busy. They were a great place to escape from the constant downpour. Every time I put back my hood, the rain started up. I gave up and left it where it was, safely on my head. A number of people enviously eyed my poncho and one person without even a jacket, asked where I’d bought it, thinking I might have found it at the show.

Our farming neighbours obtained championship accolades for their sheep.

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The lady farmer pointed out to me the overall champion was the one who normally stopped and talked to me through the chain link fence. She can get most demanding of communication if I am slow to respond. Today though, she had done her bit and wanted to rest on her laurels.

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Young black Dougal with his mum. He was born on Hogmanay,(31st December 2010).

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Look at Dougal now, at eight months old. Dougal came away with a respectable 2nd place. He’s the Suffolk lamb I mentioned before, who is already twice the size of the farmer’s previous champion Suffolk lamb of August 2010.

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I noticed the young lad bounding up to another Suffolk Lamb. The lamb almost jumped the fence as he became aware of him. They greeted each other like long lost friends.

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