Uncle Tom Cobley and All

Tomorrow it's Widecombe Fair.

This takes place on the second Tuesday of very September.

It is a cross between a kind of Henley for the local community, mixed in with tourists coming from near and far, even from abroad.

Very often it rains and the pony area, where we hang out, becomes a quagmire with all the trailers.  Tomorrow's forecast isn't too bad, I don't think.

We will have to leave at 7.45am to drive around the one way system to arrive at 8.30am and be ready for Beloved Daughter's first class - Best Hunter/Hunter Pony.  She's also in the Best Pony and Best Rider competitions.  The showground is very uneven and on quite  a steep slope.  Showing consists mostly of going round and round in circles, then doing a figure of 8 on your own, and standing still a lot.  Elwyn will hate the ground (like last year) but he's so pretty and posy, and Beloved Daughter has got to grips with him, so he should do well.  She is Number 4; so it doesn't look as though the classes are going to be very full anyway.

Sashka is kindly cooking breakfast for my very nice guests, who will be coming along to join in the fun a little later.

What larks! I love Widecombe Fair, complete even with Uncle Tom Cobley in his ancient white smock astride his old grey mare.