Uncle Tom Cobley and All

One of the purposes of this blog is to help make sure Wydemeet's website remains high up and prominent in the Google Search Engines.

But I think the blog is meant to be on the front page, and to provide useful information, if it is to successfully fulfil that function.  No matter.  We're high up enough already.  

Meanwhile I thoroughly enjoy sitting here going on and on and on all about myself.  Nobody is forced to read this stuff.

So, in order to do things properly, I should be including helpful info such as "On the second Tuesday of every September it's Widecombe Fair! Come and stay at our wonderful B&B from which to visit this Special Event!" (Never mind that to get there takes 45 minutes round the one way system.)

Well I forgot include this useful tad of info in advance, so if you wanted to visit the Fair I'm afraid you're too late.  It happened yesterday.  You'll have to go next year instead.

At least this year Uncle Tom Cobley's mare was a mare and not a gelding. I think the last old grey 'mare' was so old that it died. This one belongs to my mate Venetia up the road, and was in its first year of standing around the large, noisy country fair, watching morris dancers and horses in fancy dress, from 8.30am til 5.30pm.  She was very well behaved.

Anyhow, the point of this story is that 'problem horse' Vegas the Cross Country Champion, won A SOLID SILVER CUP for 'Best Local Hunter'!! 

And nervous Beloved Daughter, having begged "Can Louise (Sashka's daughter) ride her?" (to which I said, "No") came second in the Best Rider class! And no tears either! Things are really looking up!

It would have been a perfect day, if only Twiglet hadn't bitten Norman's Racing Spaniel during the terrier race.  Norman's dog had been winning up until that point. I've a feeling he's not ever going to speak to me again.