Sunday.

 Passed a display of elderly stationary engines, most of which were running. When I was a boy most farms and small holdings had a more or less decrepit item of this sort in the barn, and some of these work-horses could occasionally be coaxed into doing the odd job about the place. Preferred real horses though - generally more reliable.

We usually have a wander round the flower tent, and did so this year. Bit smaller than usual we thought.

The above horse and rider both appeared to be thoroughly enjoying  themselves.



Sarah's two seemed to think they'd found their mother exactly the car she should buy, and although Sarah rather agreed with them, she eventually decided it was a year too early.

The above character and I stopped to compliment each other on our whiskers, but I really had to give him best with regard to sheer acreage. Perhaps the show should hold a small topiary section next year.

These two set off in fine style,

Then had a slight disagreement about how far the walk was going to be. The young lady eventually won.

At this point (1.45 p.m.) I had to leave the show and go and unlock the room for our weekly scrabble club, so I handed over the camera to Guy and he took the next few photies.

Suffolk Punch (or most of it- but it gives a pretty good idea of the weight and traction of punches - and the leader is having to trot to keep up).

Being called up for a cuppa now- more in a minute.