After all the rain and grey days last week, Monday was beautiful. It was a Bank Holiday here and John reminded me last night that it’s the last one we’ll see before Christmas.
It’s no wonder then that it all went to the dogs yesterday … in our village at least. It wasn’t actually all about dogs, but the dog show was a huge draw and much of the afternoon was spent judging and being judged.
I was asked along with John and several other people to photograph the event for our Parish magazine. I had a hard time remembering to photograph more than what interests me, but when I reviewed my 222 photos, (can you say overkill) I found I had managed to capture enough to present a good overview of the day even though my photos were a bit dog heavy.
Speaking of dog heavy, I’m not sure I’d like to feed this big boy. I sat next to him earlier and he was a very well-behaved, but he wanted to cuddle when he saw a smaller dog crawl into my lap.
There were loads of different breeds.
This little dog was in an event for older dogs who were referred to as veterans which meant dogs over ten years old.
I had a chance to play with these puppies when I caught up with them later outside the pub.
This is one of our neighbors. She runs marathons with her Dalmatians and unless something changed over the summer, only three of these dogs belong to her.
My friend Patrice once offered shelter to a friend of hers who came with what she referred to as a damnation versus a Dalmatian because it was so uncontrollable and made her miserable. She was happy to see the back of it as they say here when the dog and her owner found a new place to live. Let me clear about the Dalmatians above, they are always very sweet and well-behaved and completely different from the experience Patrice had with the big D.
There’s so much going in this shot and you might think it too busy, but I love seeing all the different actions and knowing that many of these people live in my community. You may remember the little girl in the sunglasses from this post. She’s always a cutie!
This little girl was loving her puppy.
Waiting patiently for the judge’s decision.
There was a good variety of food with burgers and sausages being sold here. I didn’t have one, but I did see a happy dog scarfing down a hamburger that had been dropped accidentally .
There were other nibbles too like the scones and jam you see here.
If you got tired of dog watching there were different games you could try like the girl above.
Lots of boys seemed keen to do this one and had what looked like a bit of competition going with their scores.
Splat the Rat seemed like the most fun to me, but I tend to like games that involving whacking something. It’s a good stress reliever.
My friend Tina was making dreams come true yesterday and she told me later that this was the first time this little boy had ever had his face painted.
You could pick up bargains too as people set up tables and sold off a variety of things.
Here’s a shot of some more of my neighbors. Andy looks very stern in the background, but it’s the first time I’ve ever seen him without a smile. I love the shot of Gary with the teddy bear. I actually followed him for a few yards trying to catch just the right shot of the bear next to one of his colorful tattoos. This was my favorite.
There were quite a few vintage cars on the village green including an American made Chrysler Imperial (blue car) that you see in this shot. It’s so wide that I’m not sure how it makes it through most of the lanes around the village. The black Austin Seven (about 1935) was my favorite.
Here are a few more that caught my eye. Even though I loved the Austin Seven, if I were going to own one to drive it would be this silver one. I’d have to keep my scarves short and inside the car though so as not to end up like Isadora Duncan.
You could get out of the sun if you wished in the Village Institute ( it was a one room school originally) and pick up some jam or artwork to take home with you too.
Many people had a Kelly’s Cornish ice cream while others finished the day at the pub. I passed by this mobile dairy treat on my way to find John who was sitting with friends in front of the pub enjoying a pint in the afternoon sun.
The best part of my day happened earlier with this young puppy. He was totally irresistible and so cuddly and calm that I had trouble giving him back. I expect I’ll see Ziggy again since his owner is local.
He’s such a beauty and at the risk of sounding like Paris Hilton, look how his eyes match the color of my shirt. (I know dogs are not accessories)
I took this myself and he was a little distracted. I had trouble getting us both in the shot and in focus so I gave Ziggy first priority.
The photo below is my favorite as he gave me a little kiss while I was trying to stay steady and snap the shot. I love the light in this one. It looks like the last days of summer.
Big dogs, little dogs, LOTS of dogs, loads of fun!
I feel *so* homesick. That was some mega fair, and really brings the sense of community you have there out well. I’m glad the weather pixie was so generous with her gifts for you all as well. Thank you Elizabeth for this lovely, and for me moving, post. (Sorry, ya just never can tell what’s going to get someone xx) ..
Speaking from experience, that great dane probably consumes about 10 lbs of kibble a week – that’s what Henry, my 150lb Newfoundland goes through. I really think you to get yourself a little dog to take along on your adventures. You could put him in the basket of your bike, or let him sit at your feet in the pub.
Oh! Dogs and Cornish ice cream! What could be better?