Friday saw me trudging through the mud in my wellies to the Plumpton College Farmyard marquee, mud, mud glorious mud, well at least the pigs were happy! We had a few issues with college staff opening the side of the marquee which meant the spinners and weavers were in a gale force wind but after the students moved us to other end of tent we were a lot happier for a while…..
Above us a section of the roof had come unlaced and now we had a gale blowing down our necks….
The weather hadn’t put off the visitors, I’ve never seen so many varieties of welly boots in one place-my peg loom rug was growing apace and looking rather smart. The cheviot fleece I’d bought at Heathfield show from the Sheep Show folk is rather gorgeous, money well spent for sure. The shearing team had managed to keep the sheep dry so the shearing demontrations could go ahead, led by Phil Hart they were shearing some lovely Northern mule lambs so the fleece were rather nice and 2 managed to find their way into my car???
The spinners battled on regardless of the wind howling around us and clanging metal on metal, it was deafening making conversation almost impossible. We were risk assessed later on in the afternoon and the part of the tent I had issues with was then laced back up and a little later I realised there was a man on the roof!
Saturday was a much drier and less windy day so I set off in my winter Crocs to the WI tent to do my stints at stewarding there. The ladies were all so friendly and made me feel welcome (only been a member for 3 months). The tea tent next door was busy too and frankly the least expensive cuppa to be found!
I caught up with my good friend Pat for a quick bite to eat before she had to don her pinny and get back to tea tent. I had a bit of a mooch before I resumed stewarding and taking in the entries before me. The work involved in the entries was amazing and I only hope I can reach the standards I saw in that marquee.
Shifts over Pat & I had another look around, picked up a few bargains in flower tent before wending our way home, weary, worn out but happy. Hearing all the comments about my octopus was worth all the knitting!