Welcome to my perfumed garden

It is, a cheesy, cheesy blast. (o:

It's somewhere between a Village Garden fete and a really big show, like the Royal Yorkshire; big enough to keep you occupied all day, but not big enough to take seriously.

I have pix in abundance but no card reader; as soon as I can load them on the lappy, I'll spam y'all.

A tunnel of goats ::giggle: doesn't exist, at least, I hope it doesn't; it was one of the 'attractions' at the fair that came once a year to Craggy Island (if you've ever seen Father Ted?).

WI corruption... heh heh. My sister bakes *the* most amazing cakes; they truly have to be seen to be believed. Every year she'd enter - one year it was an amazing 'Jolson' cake - all black and white, with music and a Jazz Singer poster painted on it.,.. another year, she had a sugar Bugs Bunny, dressed as the Statue of Liberty, leaping out of the cake - never *ever* was her cake placed, instead the most dire, truly scary cakes would win. People walking past the exhibits used t stop and wonder on 'how did that cake not win first prize?' Hilary was told by another non-winner that the Women's Institute had it all 'stitched up'; that you had to be a member to get placed; outsider's need not apply. 3 years ago, she did the most fantastic cake; Dali's clocks, all melting off the cake and off the plate - it truly was a work of art. No prize; a hedgehog cake with chocolate buttons for spines won that year. That was the last time she entered. We've always found it hugely amusing; it became the highlight of our day to see what disaster in cake-form had taken the prize each year. I started writing a sitcom about it once; never finished it, alas.

Lemon curd? Nothing wrong with giggling at a jar of lemon curd; I find Damson cheese unbearably hilarious.

And candy floss = cotton candy, yup (though cotton candy sounds so much nicer). Baked potatoes are unusual? They're a bit of a mainstay at fairs here; baked potatoes, chips (fries), donuts and the beer tent.

Green with envy, huh? Hmmmm. Well, we always enjoy a good laugh, it's true; and the dogs; there are always lots of dogs. The dog show ring is always an object lesson in chaos theory. It usually ends up a something like a canine re-enactment of Lord of the Flies. Always my favourite part of the show. (o:

OMG! I have to see that. I *need* to see that!

::is eating maple-pecan fudge as I type::

Then you need to watch Father Ted, hon. I fear Craggy Island is the only place you'll ever see one, (o:

Alas the goats were from Father Ted; the fair that came to Craggy Island, with the Spider Baby. I would love to see the tunnel of goats too, alas Yorkshire is far too sensible to tolerate such a thing. Heck, we don't even have carved butter. ::is sad::

We have giant cabbages, too, and enormous marrows. Alas, there aren't that many exhibits; it's only a village show, nothing like a state fair, but always huge fun.

I gave the Dali-cake outrage tale in detail to T-Verano, above. (o:

I've been drinking the only bottle that didn't get a prize - damson, elderberry and blackberry, and it's *wonderful*! Really, really good.

I'll pass on the congratulations. At the moment, she's mostly embarrassed at winning the cup again, and having to clean it for another 12 months.