Tuesday, September 18, 2012
The brightest and best.
Hot and humid. Summers last fling of the dice . At lunchtime we head off in the car to the local market town. It's the start of the annual fair. A three day event that is supposed to showcase all that is brightest and best in our little corner of paradise.
All that is brightest and best turns out to be a large hangar full of stands selling discounted white goods, security systems, loft insulation materials and plastic window frames . A lot of very bored salesmen peer at us with hope in their eyes. We stop briefly to look at an improbably named ' Hawaiian ' gazebo, a newly carved stone dog , a replacement oven for the ageing ' vesuvius ' in the upstairs kitchen and a collection of fork lift trucks.Time from arrival to departure twenty two minutes.
'The font' notices that the next event at the exhibition centre is the '' Great Prune Show ". We both agree that sounds more interesting.
On the way home Angus tries a slice of pudding cake from the local patisserie. Sophsiticated it isn't. The consistency and taste of Christmas pudding surmounted by crunchy butterscotch icing. Even Angus finds it a little rich. We have a light dinner.