I mentioned in yesterday's post that we went to the Vintage Harvest Festival in Boddington. It was a terrific affair and far better than some might think. Of course there was the odd vintage tractor (as seen above), or two, or three, or more. Below you can see the tip of the ice berg.
Now some might think that a bunch of old tractors is just the height of boring. I have to admit that I didn't stand around them and discuss their merits like some. But there was something incredibly relaxing about wandering around these fields, seeing the ploughing competition (I am not sure of the rules here) -
There are all sort of things to look at -
|My friend Angie with cakes and jams.|
|Helen's Harvest Festival picture.|
|The new love of his life for my husband.|
If you can, click on the photo and take a closer look at the passengers. Those wee kids were having the time of their life.
There were rural crafts.
And a little something to intrigue the girls and get them to spend their pocket money.
But by far the very best thing of all was the chance for the girls to get up close and personal with some owls. For the bargain price of £1.50 the girls got to sit and make friends. They loved it so much they did it twice. Helen changed owls but Emily remained true to her first one.
|I love the looks on their faces here!|
|Helen had a Little Owl - yes, that really was what it was.|
His name was Zac.
|Emily had a Barn Owl - named Megan.|
|Then Helen had an Eagle Owl - named Ben|
|Helen's friend Molly.|