|Not Budget Day But Produce Show Day!|
Entries were being accepted between nine and eleven. We headed up just after ten with the completed admission form. We were sent to put the bread on the appropriate table and so had a quick look at the other entries. "Hang on! Look at this stuff! We can do as well as this!" We raced back home and hastily labelled up and prettified a jar of mum's plum jam whilst ramming some cut dahlias into a jar. We just made it back in time, ten minutes before entries closed.
The Show opened to the public at two o'clock, after the judging had taken place. S got third place for his bread. An outrage. However, as he noted, he did seem to get the popular vote, with many viewers admiring the look of his loaf (far right below in the E44 section). Thankfully (thinking of my poor waistline), he gave the winning specimen away to an impressed neighbour.
|Third Prize for the Bread|
|Third Prize for the Jam|
And I got a first for my dahlias. An outrage. I had plonked them in a weed-free bit of garden, then left them to it. I had then cut them hastily and plonked them in an unsuitable vase. Some of the entries suggested that other people had tended their dahlias lovingly, put effort into their arrangement. And I, with my fast and furious flower arranging, had taken the prize.
|First Prize for the Dahlias!|
It was de Coubertin of Olympic Games fame who made the point about it not being about winning but taking part. Not in this house. We are already planning our attack for next year. There was no heaviest apple, for example. We could have won that. And only one entry in the Leeks Section. My grandad, the prize leek grower, must be turning in his grave. We can make cakes. And scones. And he or she who gets the most prizes wins a cup.