Saturday
Steve and I woke up to more rain...
I was excited at the prospect of another froggy swim, so insisted we start our day with a swim in the Dart. It was pretty miserable on the banks of the dart, and as I shivered out of my tracksuit... I wondered what on earth I was doing...But in I went, and an at first reluctant Steve too! It wasn't as good a frog experience as the other day- the water seemed a lot cooler... but I stayed in for a little while, and both Steve and I felt incredible when we were out...
Our spirits lifted we came home for an impromptu dance party, and an early lunch...
Our spirits lifted we came home for an impromptu dance party, and an early lunch...
On to a dartmoor village, (where his Dad was born, and grandparents lived), show...It was bucketing down, yet still, out the villagers came :)
There was a wellie tossing competition...
Agri/cultural competition tent...
With beautiful dahlias
And amazing vegetable people made by kids, (I thought Dad would like these!)The ticketed highlight of the show was the performing pigs. The weather was so bad one pig refused to take part, (there was rumoured to be a pork roast for dinner that night). However Rupert, was a good sport, and humoured the humans in between vigorously eating grass.
He kicked, (snouted) a soccer ball into a goal, twice! He played a keyboard. He opened a door latch... And he put wooden shapes into their specific holes! arr brilliant!
We bought 4 books for £1, including the fantastic "Husband Don'ts" written in 1913...And also a terrific 1950's thermos- 20p
On the way home, we passed this, (and something like it, many times)... Oh, dear ol' Dartmoor!
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After seeing the amazing - and amazingly hairy - Big Pig, I'm assuming those aren't pork snags in the frypan...
A new career for Sal - Media Chef?!?
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