I had never been to the Kent County Show and had really low
expectations of the day revolving around sheep, cows and boring stands. Makes you
wonder why I bought tickets? Well I am
so glad I did as it was the most absolutely Alice in Wonderland like rip
roaring funny day I can remember.
We parked the car expecting a long walk to the entrance only to discover we were right outside gate number 3. We walked through the woods and the Girl Guides tents and displays. I know this is sad but I could not stop the song “In the Brownies” playing over and over in my head.
Eva and I are in a good mood having fun when metaphorically we
suddenly fall down the rabbit hole.
As if by magic we arrived at the bee display in time for a
demonstration of Bee Keeping. Five bee keepers each had a wooden hive and were
dressed in outfits that made them look like an unfortunate cross between an
astronaut and a telly tubby. We learnt
how hard the female bees work and how the queen lays the equivalent, if she was
a human, of a baby every 10 days. We
were also told how the male bees were useless and disappeared off to have sex
with upstart potential queen bees. It
was explained how bee keepers colour code queens so they know how old they are.
In a flight of fantasy I wonder what colour we would paint the Queen or indeed
the Duchess of Cambridge.
Even more interesting was the fact that the person doing the
presentation had decided not to put his bee keeper’s hat on. As he spoke a cloud of increasingly angry bees
appeared to be gathering behind him.
Next to us and watching proceedings was the white rabbit (AKA beekeeper
in white outfit.) “He’s brave” we were
informed “but stupid” Then with a
horrible inevitability the bees struck stinging him and he quickly retreated
behind a beekeepers hat whilst he soldiered on through his talk as he contorted
in an effort to get the bees out.
We then walked around another bee exhibit and were amazed to
discover all of our normal weekly fruit and veg intake being labelled as luxury items. Maybe
that explains ASDA pricing or maybe it’s a Kent thing.
Fully of the opinion
that the bees were probably unintentionally the highlight of the day we moved
on.
Imagine a massive lorry trailer and on the back you have
about 8 sheep of different nationalities and breeds. The group includes many Rams whose job it is
to sleep with female sheep and we learn how after a while they get bored. Now
amazingly these sheep have been trained to dance, some head-bang, some tango
and one even moonwalks. We learn about the characteristics of each sheep as the
presenter and animal trainer gets ever more amusing, as he live on stage shears
a sheep. The show was far too rude for me to do it justice in the blog but it was
hilarious.
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After only 45 minutes at the show and already I am blown away but the great surreal fun we are having is set to continue.
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We watch a number of races before moving on. The trick to this surreal day is to keep
moving on.
We find an area with all sorts of amazing food. Eva seeks out something vegetarian. I set my
heart on a French Crepe. Cooked from
fresh, the pancake is beautiful and made from all Kent produce. To quote the
stunningly flirtatious French owner “you have the garden of England in your
hand.”
Having finished off my food it’s time to seek out the dog
show. Our intrepid animal trainer is now getting his dogs to herd ducks. In a
brilliant demonstration of duck and dog management he manages to add in 20
children, ending up herding children, dogs, and ducks while keeping up a stream
of funny stories.
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Then nearby we found moles, or rather a mole show. There followed a show with puppet moles or
grass sharks as we were told was the racier name. I now know that moles eat 2/3 of their body
weight in worms a day and are deeply antisocial. When they are ready to mate they have to
travel outside their normal territory so have to build new tunnels, well the
guys do anyway leaving mole hills along the way. So mole hills are caused by boy moles out
looking for some girl action. Girl moles
sit at home and wait for the guys to turn up. If the guys manage to arrive in
the 24 hours in a year that she is in heat, then they will mate.
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This is defo on my list for next year!
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