One man and his sheep

I went to the Vale of Glamorgan show today and just spent the time taking photographs and watching the livestock and dog shows. To get to the rings takes a fair bit of tenacity as just getting through the crowds gathering around the trade stalls is a cardio-vascular workout. I do wonder why some people pay the £10 to go in and spend all their time looking at an array of goods that wouldn't look out of place at any Saturday market in the country. I heard one pint wielding man say, "Look! There's a sheep!" as if it were a komodo dragon. I wonder where he thinks his sweaters and lamb chops come from? I did speak to some lovely random people today and it stayed dry, which was fantastic.