We were up early this morning and, after a quick breakfast, we whizzed around the garden and ensured that everything was well watered. Next on the list was to take the dogs for a short walk to make sure they were emptied!
Then we all bundled in to the Defender and headed off down the A44 to Blenheim Palace for this Years Game Fair ... basically an excuse for a commercial extravaganza wrapped around a theme of Hunting, Shooting and Fishing.
We had a lovely day, parts of which were spent with Bubbles and Bobbyn. The weather was just perfect, dry and sunny, but not too hot for the dogs. As for the dogs, they got many compliments and caresses ... mostly accompanied by statements to the effect of "it's so nice to see proper poodles rather than doodles and cockapoos!"
Having three large dogs meant that most of our day was a wander around and a general viewing rather than intense scrutiny of any of the events, demonstrations or commercial outlets. However, we did end up ordering a case of some splendid wines and a replacement cheese knife was also purchased.*
We headed home at about four in the afternoon. We had had a lovely day, but we both agreed that it is a far better event when it is hosted three miles down the road from home at Ragley Hall.**
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* How the hell do you loose a bloody cheese knife? We had a little beauty, but it simply disappeared about 6 months ago, never to be seen again. We are both blaming TP for that crime!
** The Blenheim organisers haven't got a fucking clue about car parking or signposting within the venue.
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