The Show crept up on me this year - & I rather ended up entering classes on a reactive rather than proactive basis - i.e. run round the Hill on Friday evening with entry form in hand to tick what I had got ready to enter, as opposed to planning earlier in the year.
As ever, I worked in the spirit of taking part rather than with with any enormous hopes of zillions of 'firsts', which meant that there were one or two less than impressive entries - for instance, I scraped together 7 rather mature peas which had not quite gone brown & crispy yet, but they weren't what you might call a matching set.
Domestic sections are easier, as they can be organised in advance - the fruit cake cooked the weekend before, & jars of jam, jelly & chutney, just plucked off the store shelf in the garage. Why don't they have a wine category? I must ask.
Big sister Helen times a weekend visit 'home' to coincide with the Show - it's firmly set as a diary date - & entered cake, jelly & jam.
Mum entered a sponge cake, inadvertently going head to head with Jane's lad, who is now too old for junior classes, young E had the junior baking sections in her sights, and Jane wasn't to be outdone in the 'special cake' category - this year a lemon drizzle.
Sunday morning, & I spent an hour selecting, washing & trimming various veg then went and 'staged' my entries.
We all spent an idle afternoon wandering the plots & eating hot dogs whilst the judging took place, then the moment of truth when we could go back in to see the results - which revealed a goodly smattering of certificates for us all - then we went back to mum's after the prize giving to have a grand divvy-up of cakes, jams and veg.
A good day!