Dog Show

The sun emerged as we set off for the annual Oaks in Charnwood country fair. It soon became sultry. Len headed purposefully for the dog show at the top of the hill. We've put Basil in for dog shows before, but he doesn't seem to like them and put on his haughty air. We sat by the side of the ring and he hid underneath me. So we watch and don't participate.

Lots of dogs today, not just in the show. It's events like these that enable dog owners to take their pets out with them. It should be encouraged. See extra of Hazel a puppy of sixteen weeks being cradled by her 'Dad.' What amazing eyes. Perhaps that's why she's called Hazel.

Previous years have been dank. This may explain why there weren't quite so many stalls today but attendance was good. We thoroughly enjoyed the hog roast (me without the bun). Basil had leftovers.

A miniature steam engine was offering rides for children. We headed for the church hall for tea and cake meeting Colin and Josie en route, comparing notes about post operative health.

At tea, the others at the table were talking about who owned what in Shepshed. Enlightening.

Then into the church to see the flower displays. A lovely, homely church and back to the ranch to crash out.