gone with the blue

Gore Bay

Today was the country show: tractors, burgers, dodgy ferris wheel, local crafts, llamas and horses. My job was helping in the showjumping paddock, picking up the rails when knocked off by the less adept riders. I was pretty busy. At about midday the loudspeaker commentator announced 'please could whoever decided to take the commentary box binoculars please return them. If we can't read the horse numbers we're going to have a tough time knowing who's riding'. The binoculars were not returned. After the show we escaped the horses and drove to the beach.