The girls alighted from the truck a few yards from the entrance to the show.
‘Can you pick us up around five o’clock Dad?’ Said Sally patting him on the arm.
‘Yes I’ll park outside the gate to the show. Now listen you two, just stay together and don’t go wandering off on your own?’ said Len.
They both nodded and scrambled out of the truck slamming the door behind them. Len turned the Land Rover around and headed back to the farm.
The girls paid their entrance fee at the gate. Parents holding hands with their excited children, browsed the colourful stalls at the edge of the show ring. A delicious mixture of candy floss and fried bacon, filtered across the field from the tea tent.
A rider astride a chestnut horse with ears pricked and elegant tail held high, trotted over to the collecting ring, leaving behind an aroma of polished leather and hoof oil.
‘What a beautiful horse,’ said Jane and Sally in unison.
A battered trailer advertising ‘George’s racing geese’ caught Jane’s eye. She pulled the show programme out of her pocket, apparently the geese were performing at ten o’clock in the main ring. Jane tugged Sally’s arm and they went over to join the crowd of spectators.
Several competitors waited in the ring, with their border collie dogs dancing around eagerly on their leads. George, a sturdy man in blue overalls unloaded twenty geese from the trailer. The commentator’s voice boomed over the loudspeakers, ‘racing geese are about to perform’ and the dogs barked in anticipation.
George walked behind the birds as they honked loudly. With matching orange beaks and large orange webbed feet, they waddled along like a line of comical soldiers on parade.