Kington has an annual show so what better place for the Kington Lions to try and attract new recruits to serve the community. Hence the tombola which attracted a lot of punters, none of which wanted to join the Lions, and quite a few young farmers who thought this would be a shoeing to win a can of cider and went away disappointed having any alcohol wins exchanged for hand sanitiser.
The show got off to a slow start
but there were some big attractions.
I was told that under no circumstances could I bring home any woolly backed critters
so I loitered around the sheep pens remembering sheep passed/past, like Crispen the giant Ryeland Ram, decendents of which still wander the wilderness after he busted out of his pen and ravaged the local ewes.
The Police were at the show, suitably attired for rural combat, see the sword... thats not standard city issue.
Usual things happened, like the parade of livestock winners, last year it was so hot all the animals were sent home to chill out.
The Grim Reaper kept the crowd entertained a while
by driving round and adding to global warming with its massive engine
but this was dwarfed in size by Big Pete which is, the owner enthusiastically recounted, the largest working monster truck in the world.
End of play yours truly packed up the Lions for another year to head back to the ranch to spend time with the K9s.
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