Off we go to Wattlebury Show
Today we are all sprucing ourselves up in preparation for the annual Wattlebury Summer Show. It is one of the highlights of the year and we all walk, run, hop or fly towards the village to see the stalls and meet old friends and have a wonderful time.
This morning started sunny and bright - but as the hours passed, the clouds thickened. We left at 12.30 as the Show was due to start at 1 o'clock. Harvey led the way and told us to all try and hurry as it was looking more and more like rain. And sure enough, just as we approached the village there was a huge clap of thunder and down came the rain like
This morning started sunny and bright - but as the hours passed, the clouds thickened. We left at 12.30 as the Show was due to start at 1 o'clock. Harvey led the way and told us to all try and hurry as it was looking more and more like rain. And sure enough, just as we approached the village there was a huge clap of thunder and down came the rain like
Five minutes to go and here comes the rain!
stair-rods, beating on our feathers and bedraggling us before we had even arrived. The time was five to one. The ice cream van rushed past us splashing through the puddles and on finding he couldn't get onto the green, drove off again. A jolly gentleman who parked by the side of the road exclaimed "This is far too British!" as he fought with his umbrella. All too soon Wattlebury Lane was pretty well impassable and we had to jump and dodge from side to side to avoid being run over or drowned.
And the band played on?
The village green was awash. The stalls were plopping. People were dripping. And the tea tent didn't open until 1.30! The band and their instruments huddled under a leaky marquee. The bric-a-brac was a splish-a-splash. In fact everything but the flowers looked soggy! The local Cider Society Stall was thriving - the red-faced brewers enthusiastically offering their samples to passers by.
 A friend for Ellen on the Bric-A-Brac stall |  Skittles and Welly throwing |
The welly throwing wasn't attracting much interest - possibly because everyone was wearing theirs. And the skittles looked pretty uninviting too. We met some good friends there though - and we all had a laugh and a crow. Harvey decided to shake himself by the cake stand and Gaylord got his wing trodden on by some well-meaning lady. We persuaded Mum to have a go on the Raffle for us, but she had to enlist the help of a somewhat drier person to unfold the tickets. But we won a prize! And we carried it all the way home - even though some of our party (no names mentioned) wanted to open it before we got back!
 Give us a smile Ladies - the tea tent has just opened! |  The Raffle Prize - and it made it home! |